Mesaruxenne and Aucheria, his two bath-attendants and two Claw guards, stared at Deline as if she had gone insane.
No, she realized in half a heartbeat. They were ready for trouble already, weapons all aimed at the door, and were staring at her as if they’d nearly just shot her. Three people she didn’t know cowered off to one side; five people lay unconscious or dead off to the other side.
She tapped Carrone’s crossbow and he lowered it; she sheathed her blade and bowed deeply. She could barely see Carrone doing the same to her right.
The part of her mind that assessed risk pointed out that she was exposing herself to a bunch of people with weapons, trained fighters and mages, and if Mesaruxenne wanted her dead, she’d just offered up her neck. Continue reading