Renfis had been in the process of sipping from his glass, but the second he realized that I’d sat opposite him, next to Fisher, the alcohol sprayed out of his mouth in an arc that nearly crossed the width of the table. Luckily no food had been placed on it yet. “Saints.” He pounded on his chest, wheezing. “What the fuck?” “Oh, yes. She has no sense of timekeeping, and she has unconventional seating preferences, don’t you, human?” “I can sit there instead?” Carrion offered. “Absolutely not,” Kingfisher barked. “Try it and die.” “Whoa. Okay. I was just trying to keep the peace. If you guys need
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