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“You’re making it worse.”
Kingfisher’s eyes narrowed, still boring into me. “I was going to get it seen to after this, but now I’ve decided against it.”
I breathed in sharply, inhaling cheese. Choking and spluttering, I tried desperately to get rid of it, but it wasn’t going anywhere. Kingfisher leaned forward, his tongue running over his teeth again. He smiled suggestively as he said, “Swallow.”
Kingfisher just stared at me. “Find out.”
“We have a fucking Alchemist?” “She’s mine,” Fisher said.
He did smile then, slow and rueful, head turned away as he toyed with his fork. “They’ll believe you, Little Osha. They’ve all seen me smile plenty.” “Just not recently?” I whispered. “No. Not recently. Smiling has been pretty hard of late.” His Adam’s apple bobbed. “It is getting easier, though.”

