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“Trusts that I can judge a man’s character well. He knows that I am here, asking you this very question.”

“Such strange customs.” I stop myself. “Nay, not strange. Different than my own. Thank you.” I’m not sure what I’m thanking her for, exactly, arranging our meeting with Kipp or inviting me to spend the eve with her. It will likely be our last chance to do so. Once we meet with Kipp, there will be no further reason to stay. Galfrid needs us, needs me, in the south.

The thought is a heavy one, but I won’t allow it to ruin our night.

“You are an angel.”

I would hug her. Kiss her.

I would make her mine, if I could.

“Come into the inn while I prepare. I’ll do so quickly.”

“Vanni.” She lays a hand on my shoulder before I can walk away, staying me. I resist the urge to grasp it. To kiss it. To touch the inside of her wrist with my lips, my tongue . . .

“Do not thank me yet. You may have an audience, but I do not believe you will have your king.”

I don’t let her words affect the gleeful mood I suddenly find myself in.

“We shall see.” I smile. “I can be quite persuasive.”