“Are you sure you don’t want us to ride with you to Saggara? It isn’t that much of a detour.” Serovek, looking not at all troubled by his tenure as a Wraith King, wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. “I’ll take any excuse to see the fair Anhuset again.” Brishen chuckled. “You just saw her a day ago.” “That doesn’t count. I was playing nanny to the dead and was too far away to work my charm on her.” “Your charm will get you killed.”
