“Don’t even think about getting near me in those clothes. You’re soaked through.” “You can keep our blood flowing.” “I’m exhausted,” she said angrily. “And once I fall asleep, all we’ll have is that fire to keep us warm. I can see you shaking from here. Are all Fjerdans this prudish?” No. Maybe. He didn’t really know. The drüskelle were a holy order. They were meant to live chastely until they took wives—good Fjerdan wives who didn’t run around yelling at people and taking their clothes off. “Are all Grisha so immodest?” he asked defensively. “Boys and girls train side by side together in the
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