Glokta looked back to Morrow. “How quickly things can change, eh, Harlen? One minute everyone wants to know you. The next?” He tapped sadly at his useless foot with the filthy toe of his cane. “You’re fucked. It’s a tough lesson.” I should know. Marovia’s secretary backed away, tongue darting over his lips, one hand held out in front of him. “Now hold on—” “Why?” Glokta pushed out his bottom lip. “Do you really think we can grow to love each other again after all this?”
