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Silence “That’s fucking hilarious”

A second shadow parts fro and falls twenty meters to land with a thump beside Pebble Covered head to toe in battered scarabSkin and weapons, ht He swings his netic hols

ter Though his fingers play with the hilt of his father’s old razor Never has trusted me fully

He stops as he passes Theodora and fixes his helmet’s eyes on her citycloak “Where’s your wand, Merlin?”

“Where’s your wife, savage?” She eyes the scalps hanging from the hook on his utility belt, hardly ione full Ascomanni, my dear?”

“Please The petty pirates copied ers twisted together in the crux and sluh he does take a diva’s care not to rus from his left shoulder Holiday pours him a cup from a second thermos

“You look ridiculous,” I say “Take off the helmet”

“Slag off This is custoards the cup with crilass eyes “I drink coffee”

I squint at the ar”

He pauses Then the cracked snout and spiked ears ripple backward into their catch to reveal a pinched, cruel face, pitted by relics of childhood acne, and almost more feral than the helmet itself His head is shaved but for a short ith a zigzag running down the center of it He squints at the cup, sniffs, and finds that it is indeed coffee, not tea

“You think your tricks are so char he isn’t desperate for his private stash of Jaet a tranq in the face from Min-Min”

Holiday snorts “Like that ruster could hit the broad side of a Telemanus’s ass” In mockery, she holds up her teacup by its handle Half the teacup in her hand turns to powder as a silent rail slug passes through it and into the wall behind, striking it like a gong Uni half of the cup and holds up the measurement to wherever Min-Min is as if the Red were a sloppy shot Guess it gets boring on can

Sevro mutters under his breath and nods to Holiday “Holi”

“Sir”

He fails to find a wolfcloak on her shoulder “You look lost”