Chapter 15: Bright Moon Pavilion

Maverick Feldwicke fell silent. They could just… make way like that? These country bumpkins were absurdly united, and just as absurdly crude. For once, he had nothing to retort. Leila Ullithorn did not think much of it. It was peak season for hauls anyway. With two patrolmen, if luck favored them and they pulled up something valuable, it could help cover living expenses. She clung to Duke Jaynes's arm, delighted. Every so often, she rapped her knuckles against the turtle shell on his back, bright-eyed...