Duchess prompted, from the stool she’d slid over next to the small, gray-haired woman. It was the third time she’d turned Ferroc back to the topic she suspected the older woman wanted to avoid. She’d thought to go to Ferroc the first thing that morning. Dealing with Jana’s problems was a welcome ...
She turned the small, worn piece of brass in her hand, the wan light trickling through the windows catching on the edges of the raised markings on either side: a large letter P encircled by a snake devouring its own tail. She watched him and tried to look as if she did this sort of thing every da...