“Is he fighting in the tournament?” “Of course.” Then there is no way you’re going to stop me. “He won’t do anything to me,” Shahrzad announced, though her voice was laced with uncertainty. “I can’t say the same for myself,” Despina retorted. “Fine. Is there a way to watch it so no one knows we’re there?” “Can we please just go to the bathhouse?” Despina pleaded. “Of course. After the tournament.” “Holy Hera. I’m going to die as your handmaiden.”
