Sweep in Peace (Innkeeper Chronicles, #2)

by Ilona Andrews

There were few universal principles in this world. That most water-based lifeforms drank tea was one. That we fear what we cannot see was the other.

They would look at my robe, trying to discern the contours of my body, and when the abyss forced them to look away, they would search for my eyes trying to convince themselves I wasn’t a threat. They would find no reassurance.

“Oh thank the stars.” Caldenia exhaled. “No offense to your cooking, but the thought of going back to it was causing me actual anxiety.”

Cold sweat broke out on my hairline. An endorsement. It was an endorsement from the Office of Arbitration. The Office didn't do endorsements. That was like getting a public thank you from the British Royal Family.