“Jinzha?” Jiang frowned, digging his little finger into his ear. “The older Yin brat?” “Yes,” Daji said. “I think I taught him at Sinegard. Utter asshole. Whatever happened to him?” “He got plucky,” Daji said. “I turned him to mincemeat and sent him back to Vaisra in a dumpling basket.” Jiang arched an eyebrow. “Darling, fucking what?”
