Chapter Thirty-One
Blair
Blair’s breath bloomed into the evening air as she folded and unfolded the note she’d received at the Shield-maiden.
She crumpled the note and shoved it into her pocket. Reading it again changed nothing—she had to work with Lorkan fucking Drengr, and he’d shoved a note under her door and summoned her.
Like . . . like . . . like some errand girl at a lead scholar’s beck and call. She’d published over thirty research papers and an entire textbook entitled The Relationship Between One’s Weapon we’ll just need to be discreet.”
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