Lucivar winced. "She guzzled half the flask โ and it wasn't one of his home brews, it was the concoction you created." Jaenelleโs eyes widened. โYou let her drink a โgravediggerโ?โ โNo no no,โ Wilhelmina said, shaking her head. โYou shouldnโt ever drink a gravedigger until heโs had a bath.โ She smiled placidly when Jaenelle and Lucivar just stared at her. โMother Night,โ Lucivar muttered. โDo you know that song?โ Wilhelmina asked Jaenelle.
Anne BishopSmoke says the beef is much better than the squawky white birds. Her expression changed from annoyed to dismayed. Squawky white birds? Chickens? You ate Mrs. Beale's chickens?Smoke whined apologetically.Saetan leaned back in his chair. Oh, it was so satisfying to see her thrown off stride. I'm sure Mrs. Beale was delighted to feed a guest - even if she wasn't aware of it, he added dryly, remembering too well his cook's reaction when she learned about the missing hens.
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