Raihn stared expectantly at me, but I said nothing. “What?” he said. “No questions?” I shook my head. “No insults? No refusal? No argument?” Do you want me to argue? I almost asked. But then I’d have to see that little concerned twitch on his face, and I’d have to recognize that he did want me to argue, and then I’d have to feel that complicated emotion, too. So I just shook my head again. He cleared his throat. “Alright. Well. Here. This is for you.” He’d been carrying a silk bag, which he now handed to me. I didn’t ask. “It’s a dress,” he said. “Alright.” “For the meeting.” Meeting. That
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