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CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Like? Last night she’d been torn from wherever she’d been ripped from in order to make a noise. Today it was to answer some stupid question Snotra surely knew the answer to if they had been many years acquainted. What was he like? Gilt hair, sky-blue eyes, dark eyebrows and some very strange ideas, except the spider that crawled across Malice’s senses, the walking, talking one, whispered that wasn’t quite what Snotra meant. Her heart skipped a beat. A tiny one it bypassed before she could stop it.

“Like?” She made herself speak. After all, she was probably mistaken. Stranger things had happened recently.

“Yes. I want you to tell me.” Snotra slid the goblet across the table. Then she eased onto a stool. “I want you to tell me everything. A woman likes to know how to please a man, especially when she is so ignorant.”

It wasn’t one more strange thing.

Snotra patted the stool beside her. “Please. I only want to know what he likes. That mark on your mouth, for example . . .?”