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But it meant no knot would ever take her again. Not unless she reinvented herself as another person. And if she was going to go to all that work, she might as well join the gang that held all the real power in Nadežra: the city’s nobility.
So Leato, in the grand tradition of his house, would get revenge on his behalf.
“Are you that set on not marrying for money?” Tess asked, leaning the bolts against the wall with as much care as Ren had used in wrapping her mother’s cards. “Because I’m fair certain I’d take Master Vargo for his warehouse alone, if he’d give me a second thought.” Ren and Sedge exchanged dubious looks. He shook his head minutely: not marrying material.
“Of course you have to stay,” he said. “And not only because leaving would ruin all your hard work. At the very least, you have to attend the Night of Bells masquerade; I want to see my gift put to use.” The mask he’d given her. She hadn’t worn it since that night in Lacewater. Renata smiled and said, “I’m very curious to see what mask you will wear, Master Vargo.”
However, in walking this path she may encounter difficulty finding a home. More likely her home is found in the people she meets on her path.”
“You give up on winning. You learn to survive.”
Always wrong. Never good enough.
Do you even know how much it meant to us, gaining family for once instead of losing it?”
“Trust is the thread that binds us… and the rope that hangs us.” “Hanging is what spiders do best. Let’s go home, my boy.”
