Nefret scattered the cushions she had brought from the shelter and subsided luxuriously onto them, motioning Lia to join her. I was grateful for an interlude of reflection. My God, how could I have missed it? she wondered. Then there was the drunken rowdy who proposed to raid the Welshman's house one dark threatening night--he saw that, too.
A rapidly shrinking core of sanity told him he must be imagining some of it, seeing what she wanted him to see. Someone's coming. I found the confounded things unnerving myself. When he returned, Nasir was with him, trying to balance a tray.
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