Speaking of which, you should really have changed after you left the forge, too.” “I did,” I said blandly. Carrion pulled a face. “Really? I seem to remember there being a very low-cut, sheer black dress on the end of your bed when I went back to the room earlier, and I can’t help but notice that you’re wearing a faded, threadbare shirt and some very dusty pants.” “So what? They are clean.” “That’s the only positive thing that can be said about them.” Carrion’s nose wrinkled in disgust. “I had a vested interest in seeing you in that dress.” “Why?” I shoved open the door to the dining room.
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