“What’s your name?” She planted one elbow on the stretch of counter Zuri had wiped so she could lean closer and draw out both syllables. “Savine.” “That’s a lovely name.” “Oh, if you enjoy the tip, you’ll go mad for the whole thing.” “That so?” he purred at her. “How does it go?” “Savine… dan…” And she leaned even closer to deliver the punchline. “Glokta.”
