12/02/2026 23:28

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Three nights past the welcoming banquet, it had been. “Do you serve? Surely, if your father was the Barony’s chief drover, you do not—”“Never mind what I do or don’t do. Capi had honked like a goose all the way up here—honked ceaselessly—but now he had fallen silent. “You look at me pert, missy,” Rhea said at last.

“Cort?” Eddie asked. He turned, and there was the girl with the blonde hair. Then they closed. “He is, after all, our chief employer.