have any use for social rituals. She fiddled with the envelope. “Did you question the boy?” Perhaps it was one of the children she had seen spying on her. “No.” Amaranthe frowned up at him. “Why not?” “If you would curse me for defending you from enforcers, I suspect you’d want me to interrogate a child even less.” “I said question, not interrogate.” “I don’t differentiate,” he said bluntly.
