But then he leans in. “As I said,” he murmurs, and there’s pride in his voice. “You are stronger than your fear.” That makes me look up. I just flinched at … at nothing. I almost caused a girl to get slapped across the face—and maybe worse. “I don’t feel very strong.” He looks pointedly at the serving girl, who is now on the opposite side of the tavern, speaking with two others. They glance in our direction a few times. “They seem to think you are,” says Grey.
