Sweep in Peace (Innkeeper Chronicles, #2)

by Ilona Andrews

silent. “We are in a residential neighborhood,” I ground out. “There is a limit to how long I can

otrokars who knew the Khanum had invited me to her tea,” I continued. “Me, Her Grace, whom I called directly after I received the invitation, and you.” “The honored innkeeper has no way of knowing I was the only one,” Nuan Sama said. “After all, the honored innkeeper couldn’t even tell her tea was poisoned.” Nice. “When you dropped the poison into the kettle, you felt a puff of wind. Did you not wonder what that puff might have been?” Nuan Sama shook her furry head, the many silver hoops in her ears gently clinking against each other. “I was never there.” “That puff was a dye,” I said. “The inn marked you. Shall we see if your fur is stained?”

“What is this?” The Khanum’s eyes narrowed. I heard the buzzing sound of a blood weapon being primed. The vampires were ready to rumble. “The Holy Anocracy, the Horde, and the Merchants. All of you are responsible for spilling blood within these walls. All of you owe me a debt. I am calling it in. It’s time to settle your accounts.” “What do you want?” Lady Isur asked. “Your memories.” I touched my staff to the bulb. The fuzzy green sepals peeled