Chapter 29

“Wouldn’t dream of it, my lady. Though, if the walls could talk, they’d be asking for earplugs.”

I sipped my coffee in silence. The bread tasted like shame and cinnamon. Warm. Crumbly. Absolutely worth it.

But then I noticed it.

One man. In the corner. Watching us.

He wasn’t from the inn. His cl...

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