“You’re going to fix it?” Carrion’s pale blue eyes drilled into me as I stepped away from the booth. “I’m going to fix it,” I snarled back. “Good. Oh, and Saeris?” The guy just didn’t know when to quit. I spun around, scowling at him. “What!” “Even filthy and tired, you’re still beautiful.” “Gods and martyrs,” I whispered.
