“And there was me thinking you weren’t infatuated with me anymore. I have to say, I would have preferred to stay in Zilvaren, though. I was about to close a spectacular deal that would have made me a very rich man.” Kingfisher stilled, his fingertips curling tighter around Nimerelle’s hilt. His eyes darted from Carrion to me and back again; then he looked off toward the other side of the room, seemingly at nothing.

