And worst of all? The fear that was really chilling my piss?” “That Danton must surely be tracking you?” Jean-François asked. “That you knew nothing of that masked highblood, yet she seemed to know you exact? That the Inquisition was surely still stalking you, and yet you’d seen no sign of them since the Ūmdir?” “No.” The silversaint scoffed. “My vodka was running low.
