“I will kill you,” he says, staggering forward. “No, you won’t,” I say calmly. “What you will do is receive a shower, get some new clothes, and help us.” “You bitch—” “I don’t need your tongue, so unless you want to lose it, you will continue to speak to me and my sorceress friend here in the most reverential of ways.” “I want him to call me Great Goddess. Can you make that happen?” Temper says to me. Staring at Galleghar, I say, “You will refer to the sorceress from here on out as My Great Goddess of Fuckery and Other Magical Things. Understood?” If Galleghar could spit fire right now, he
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