Wooden stairs groaned and steps thunked against the stone tile floor. "What are you doing?" "Trying to remember how to bake bread, but this is…" I raised a hand, stretching my fingers to show Asterion the mess that clung to my fingers. I turned to glance at him and then let out a yelp of surprise at the man at my back. "Forgive me," Asterion gasped, stumbling backward, gloved hands raised at either side of the absurdly pretty human face. My hand was over my heart and I looked down, frowning now at the imprint of wet dough. "What's possessed you to wear that ridiculous disguise here?" I
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