A strange expression crosses his face and he leans in. “Why’s your husband look like that?” Uh oh. Are we busted already? I turn to Rhagos and give him my best dopey newlywed smile, grabbing his hand and holding it tight. He still doesn’t look quite human. His skin is that unearthly pale, as if he’s never had a tan—and he probably hasn’t—and there’s something a little…extra about him. Like he’s a hundred and fifty percent of person crammed into a regular body and doesn’t quite fit. “He’s just pale. Been sick. And I’m sure the quarters you’ve got for us are fine.” I lean in. “Vossa said you
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