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Chapters (58)
  1. Title Page
  2. Copyright Notice
  3. Dedication
  4. Map
  5. Epigraph
  6. Prologue
  7. Chapter 1
  8. Chapter 2
  9. Chapter 3
  10. Chapter 4
  11. Chapter 5
  12. Chapter 6
  13. Chapter 7
  14. Chapter 8
  15. Chapter 9
  16. Chapter 10
  17. Chapter 11
  18. Chapter 12
  19. Chapter 13
  20. Chapter 14
  21. Chapter 15
  22. Chapter 16
  23. Chapter 17
  24. Chapter 18
  25. Chapter 19
  26. Chapter 20
  27. Chapter 21
  28. Chapter 22
  29. Chapter 23
  30. Chapter 24
  31. Chapter 25
  32. Chapter 26
  33. Chapter 27
  34. Chapter 28
  35. Chapter 29
  36. Chapter 30
  37. Chapter 31
  38. Chapter 32
  39. Chapter 33
  40. Chapter 34
  41. Chapter 35
  42. Chapter 36
  43. Chapter 37
  44. Chapter 38
  45. Chapter 39
  46. Chapter 40
  47. Chapter 41
  48. Chapter 42
  49. Chapter 43
  50. Chapter 44
  51. Chapter 45
  52. Chapter 46
  53. Chapter 47
  54. Epilogue
  55. Places and Terms
  56. Acknowledgments
  57. About the Author
  58. Copyright

The guard dealt Bras an open-palmed smack that took up most of the poor man’s face. A fresh spray of blood spackled the floorboards. Kit watched in silence as Bras was hauled out of the chair, gurgling and spitting and shouting, too weak to struggle against the huge man’s grip as they left out the room’s main door.

Anji felt her gorge rise again.

Kit motioned for Anji to sit as though nothing untoward had just happened. Anji settled onto the cushion and watched Kit dose herself.

“Wonderful, isn’t it?” the woman said, chuckling, her laughter cracking like glass. “Our first batch since Rolandrian got pricked. Linura is in such an uproar—we’ve been able to move much easier. Of course you’ll know all about that.” The woman ran a hand through her hair and sat forward on the couch as Devas came through the door once more with a tray balanced on one hand. He stepped through the tangle of legs and furniture and set the tray on the table. A green unmarked bottle sat atop the tray along with three bulbous wineglasses. The woman waved Devas away and he returned to his place at the door.

“My name is Jorgina, by the way,” the woman said, pouring the wine into the glasses. “But for you, Gina will do.” She eyed the level in her glass, poured an extra bit, and set the bottle down.

“A pleasure,” Kit said, taking a sip from her glass and prompting Anji to do the same. The wine was delicious. Anji couldn’t remember the last time she’d tasted something like it.

“To the host,” said Kit, raising her glass, “and to the death.”

Anji spit her wine out. She looked from Kit to the woman on the couch. Gina ignored her, one leg folded over the other, the wineglass—nearly empty now—balanced in one hand on her knee. Her voice was solid and firm when she spoke, however. “Are you ready?”

“Another moment, if you please,” Kit said, taking a steady breath. She drained her glass and set it down. “What news from Linura?”

What news from—what the fuck is going on?

Anji inched back in her seat, clutching the wineglass like it was her last anchor to sanity.