“Should we stop him?”

Anya was new to the guarding business, just out of the Academy and still shiny around the edges.

“Naw.”

Tobin, on the other hand, had been guarding Miss Anna’s Establishment for forty years.

“He’s gonna…”

“Darlin’.” Only someone like Tobin could call someone like Anya darlin’ and survive it. “It’s Miss Anna. And that’s her private audience chamber.“

“Oh?” It didn’t take her all THAT long for it to click. “Oh!”

“I’m pretty sure the last burglar to try to break in there is still ‘working off his debt.'”

“When was that?”

“Oh? Mmm… four, five years ago.” He grinned. “Let the guy get in. My boots need shining.”

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