“I see I was correct.” Ezra noted the moment I sat across from her in the carriage after depositing the boy beside Marisol. “About what?” Ezra flicked a finger toward my chest. I looked down, seeing dark spots sprinkled across the freckles there. I sighed. “Did you kill that man?” Smoothing out the skirts of the gown, I crossed my ankles. “I believe he slipped and fell upon my blade.” “Was it his throat that fell upon your blade?” “Odd, right?”
