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Particularly ued variety who plied Safi with coht past her Truthwitchery In fact, she hadn’t sensed a lying bone in Chiseled Cheater’s body when she’d collected her winnings from the in-house bank … Or when Chiseled Cheater had hooked his arht … Or when he’d leaned in for a chaste yet wildly heady kiss on the cheek

I will never ga on the liain

“If we’re going to run for it,” Iseult said, interrupting Safi’s thoughts, “then we need to do so before the guards reach our trap”

“You don’t say” Safi glared at her Threadsister, atched the incolass Wind kicked at Iseult’s dark hair, lifting the wispy bits that had fallen froull cried its obnoxious scree, scr-scree, scr-scree!

Safi hated gulls; they always shit on her head

“More guards,” Iseultout her words But then louder, she said, “Twentyfrom the north”

For half a moment, Safi’s breath choked off Now, even if she and Iseult could soe, the other twenty guards would be upon them before they could escape

Safi’s lungs burst back to life with a vengeance Every curse she’d ever learned rolled off her tongue

“We’re down to two options,” Iseult cut in, scooting back to Safi’s side “We either turn ourselves in—”

“Overcorpse,” Safi spat

“—or we try to reach the guards before they trigger the trap Then all we have to do is brazen our way through”

Safi glanced at Iseult As always, her Threadsister’s face was impassive Blank The only part of her that showed stress was her long nose—it twitched every few seconds

“Once we’re through,” Iseult added, drawing her hood back into place and casting her face in darkness, “we’ll follow the usual plan Now hurry”

Safi didn’t need to be told to hurry—obviously she would hurry—but she bit back her retort Iseult was, yet again, saving their hides

Besides, if Safi had to hear one more I told you so, she’d throttle her Threadsister and leave her carcass to the hermit crabs

Iseult’s feet hit the gritty road, and as Safi descended nimbly beside her, dust plumed around her boots—and inspiration struck

“Wait, Iz” In a flurry ofoff her cape Then with a quick slash-rip-slash of her parrying knife, she cut off the hood “Skirt and kerchief We’ll be less threatening as peasants”