“Oh my stars, it’s you,” she said. “Praise the goddess, you’re not dead.” She hustled after us. “There is some sort of washerwoman following us, Finley,” Hadriel said, glancing back. “She looks mean. Does she bite?” “That’s just her face. She always looks like that.” I neared the corner as she overtook Hadriel. We weren’t going to get away. I stopped and faced her with a bland smile. “Hey, Chrystal.”
