“said Poison, holding out the coins. “Two silver sovereigns for past services, and a third for bringing me here from Shieldtown. You’ve earned them.” Bram let her put the coins into the broad palm of his glove, looking doubtfully over her shoulder at the tumbledown house at the top of the hill. In the light of a bright, cool evening, it stood out like a scab against the surrounding countryside. Poison closed his fingers over the coins with her own, and looked back, following his gaze to ...the house. A light wind stirred her dark hair against her upper arm. “I don’t suppose I could tempt you with a fourth sovereign?” she said, only half-joking. “Not all the money in the Realm would get me in there,” he said, dropping the coins into a pouch at his belt. He patted the head of his grint absently, adjusting the tilt of his wide-brimmed hat and frowning. “I’d try and change your mind, but I know you too well.”MoreLessRead More Read Less
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