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Renata’s gaze passed over an odd, iridescent spider pin clasped to his lapel, then snagged on the jagged scar ripping up the side of his neck, too high for even fine linens and high collars to entirely hide.
After a moment’s hesitation, she approached him. Halfway there, the light caught something else: a flash of color on his lapel that quickly scuttled into the shadows of his high, folded collar. It startled her enough that she said exactly what she was thinking. “Did your lapel pin just run for cover?” Tearing his gaze from Fadrin wheeling Carinci away, Vargo glanced at his collar, then at Renata. His stony expression relaxed into laughter. “No. That’s Peabody.” She raised an eyebrow. Still chuckling, Vargo dipped his fingers into the shadows. When he drew his hand back, a large spider with
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Sedge pretended not to notice the suspicious shift from Vargo. Sedge had taken aža all of twice in his life: once to tie himself in with the Fingers, and once to do the same when he joined the Fog Spiders. Part of the reason he’d climbed so high in Vargo’s knot was that he never touched aža again, and everyone knew it. He gave Tess his most sappy, lovelorn look, and hoped it didn’t look like indigestion.
“When you said we would continue our discussion, I expected something other than a summons to the Shambles in the middle of the night.” “I considered tea at Ossiter’s, but they wouldn’t give me a reservation.” “You could have knocked on my door and had a conversation like a civilized person.” It carried a bit of Renata’s sharp edge. Not wise, given the circumstances, but what she could see of his mouth twitched in a faint smile. “You have an odd impression of me if you think I knock.”
Vargo had no intention of letting the city burn today. Especially not the parts of it he owned.
