Osric sighed. “I’d rather not have to kidnap you. That would be a bother.” “Oh?” Fairhrim sat up, if it was possible, even straighter. “You’re going to kidnap me, are you?” “Yes. And not give you the money.” Fairhrim’s right hand twitched. On her palm, the tācn of the Haelan Order glowed: a white swan. “You’re rather bold if you think you can kidnap me.” “You’re rather stupid if you think I can’t.”
