If she’d ever had a debt to Glokta it had only been in her own mind. One she chose to keep because she had nothing else. So she pronounced it long since paid. She tossed the ring spinning across the squares board, threw the bag over her shoulder and walked out without a backward glance. She flung the door shut and it banged from the frame, wobbled back open a crack. She didn’t even bother to close it. She thought of a wide sky over a far country. She smiled as she strode off into the night.
GOOD FOR HER
