Chapter 85
Chapter 85
I realized that he had been speaking, and I hadn’t been listening.
“I’m sorry,” I said, turning back to him.
“I said, did you realize she’s the spitting image of Belitria?” he repeated.
“No,” I replied. “I don’t think I ever saw a picture of her. Are you sure?”
“Yes, her portrait was in one of the books Nerrian had me read when I arrived. Trust me, she is the spitting image,” he told me.
Gabby popped up next to the bar and handed her cash over to Mr. Wittington with a happy smile. He gave her a very grandfatherly pat on the hand before telling her to go and be safe as he always did with his young female patrons. She just barely kept herself from rolling her eyes at him and promised him she would be safe.