“I want you to go to Eastern Prime. Bring back a girl from the Temple of the Moon. I don’t care what she looks like, just make sure she’s small-boned, of a certain height.” He measured with his hand. The height was similar to Martise’s. Any trace of humor fled Gurn’s expression. His eyes narrowed, their brilliant blue flattening to gray. He shook his head, hands slashing angry patterns in the air as he signed his refusal in no uncertain terms.
NO U FUCKER
