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They were small and oval, the size of my largest knuckle, and darkly roasted. I rubbed them between my palms to let them absorb some sweat. A sharp, acrid smell, with subtle hints of cinnamon, earth, and smoke, rose up from my hands. I felt my pulse quicken at the aroma. I looked up. There had been three men with Athel the Grinner when I'd finally tracked him down-three very large men. For me, they would have been an impossible barrier; for Degan, they were little more than an inconvenience.

If not for him, I'd never have made it out of that plaza, and Athel would still be grinning. It was something I didn't say to my friend nearly enough, and something he didn't worry about hearing. We'd been running the streets together long enough to have moved past words and gestures like that.

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Degan shrugged. I needed something to do. Degan and I looked up and down the street, but there was no one to hear Athel's cries-or, at least, no one who felt inclined to investigate. I shuddered in the silence that followed. I had been planning on letting the seeds sit in my mouth for a while, to savor the quickening of my pulse in anticipation. Now, I simply bit down. The ahrami filled my mouth with smoky, bittersweet flavor. I chewed quickly, swallowed, and waited for them to hit.

They came on fast, as the straight seeds always do. One moment I was tired and half asleep; the next, I felt revitalized. The cobwebs that had been draping themselves across my mind for the last several hours receded, replaced with a sense of alertness.

I could feel the worst of the tension drain out of me. My back loosened, and the pressure that had been building behind my eyes faded away. The fatigue was still there-I wasn't going to be running across the city again any time soon-but I didn't feel as raw as I had a few moments ago. I sat up a little straighter and worked the kinks from my shoulders. My mind was settled, my pulse was steady, and my eyes were sharp once more.

I shook the bag around my neck before slipping it back under my shirt. Only a few seeds left. I'd have to restock soon. We settled back and waited. I thought I heard a few more screams, but the city was coming alive by then and the yells seemed softer than before, so it was hard to tell. One of Shatters's men came out to get me just as the ahrami was starting to wear off. By the time I made it back into the warehouse and stood at the Agonyman's side, the rush had faded completely, leaving me in a less than charitable mood.

Shatters was rinsing his hands and forearms in a large bucket of water that had been set atop a crate. I suspected I knew where this was going, but I wanted to let him get there on his own.

The more you want it, the more money you give him. This was going where I had thought it would: Shatters was trying to shake me down. I noticed that the water had taken on a reddish tint. A man don't hold out like Athel did for sheer stubbornness. I shifted my weight to keep him there, steadying the bucket with my other hand as he struggled.

As a rule, I don't mind renegotiating-hell, it's part of doing business with people like Shatters. Kin are always trying to line their pockets with a few extra hawks.

But there's a right way and a wrong way to do it. The right way involves respect and a little give and take from both sides; the wrong way usually involves demanding more money "or else.

His assistants came running.

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I barely glanced up as they came into sight. They both skidded to a stop, torn between my threat to kill them and their duty to their master. They eyed me, Shatters, and each other in turn. I knew I had them the moment they hesitated. Still, they stood there. I looked up from Shatters's flailing and met the larger man's eyes.

Don't you know who I am? I said, fade! The smaller one paused and eyed the distance between us, considering. I showed my teeth. Try me. Shatters's struggles had begun to weaken by then. I raised his head out of the water long enough for him to get half a breath, then shoved it back under.

Pause, repeat, and again. Near the end of the fourth dunking, I let go and stepped away. Shatters fell sideways with his head still in the bucket, spilling water over himself and the floor. He lay there, coughing violently, his body convulsing with the effort. I knelt down and relieved him of his dagger as he vomited up water and bile. Shatters spit. I stood and pushed his face into his own vomit with my foot, crushing his nose against the floor in the process.

I let him after a moment.

It was an old-fashioned name; certainly one I wasn't familiar with on the street. Shatters started on another coughing fit. I nudged him with the toe of my boot. Athel wouldn't say. Was she his buyer? It sounded as if it came up suddenlike. Do you know what my brothers will do to you for this?

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Shatters froze, staring at the steel. It was sharp; a rivulet of blood appeared without any effort on my part. It's business. It's over. And I know you don't want him mad at you. Niccodemus Alludrus was well-known for his temper, especially when he thought he was being crossed.

Trying to cheat me was not automatically the same as trying to cross Nicco, but there were times when the lines between his and my interests blurred. This wasn't one of them, but I wasn't about to let Shatters know that. Shatters nodded his head as gently as he could, given the dagger at his throat. If I had had any second thoughts about treating Shatters roughly, they vanished as soon as I saw what was left of the Grinner. The Agonyman and his boys had moved on from Athel's hands and feet after I'd left; now, there was precious little left on the smuggler that was not torn, cut, or mutilated in some way.

Just seeing him hurt. Worst of all, he was still conscious. I kept my bile down, not for Athel's sake, but because I wa Automatyczne logowanie Zarejestruj. Zaloguj Anuluj.

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That undercuts my reputation. That makes me unhappy. So, either you tell me where to find that reliquary, or I come back after my people have done some more persuading.

His eyes glassed over, and his jaw wobbled softly as he argued it over inside. If the Angels had any mercy, they would let him crack the rest of the way right now. I knelt next to what was left of him and waited, hoping it would end here. When Athel finally came back up from wherever he had been, I could see the Angels weren't on my side tonight. Despite all he had gone through, he was still able to summon up a piercing look and give me the weakest shake of his head.

I placed his head gently back on top of the barrel and stood. Don't worry," said a voice from the darkened warehouse around us. Shatters came walking into the candle's circle of light, his two assistants behind him.

One was carrying a bucket of seawater. The Agonyman was small, even shorter than I, with broad shoulders and no neck to speak of.

His hands were long and expressive, like an artist's, and he was constantly cracking his knuckles as he walked. Shatters stopped beside me and smiled a cruel, hungry smile.

Won't take much more to get him babbling like a drunken whore. The assistant with the bucket stepped forward and emptied it over Athel. The smuggler sputtered, then howled as the salt water reached his ravaged hands. I turned away as the other assistant began sorting through the torturer's tools that had been set aside during my interview.

I blinked in surprise at the sunlight that struck me in the face. Dawn already?

I squinted at the soft glow that seemed to suffuse every tower and building of the Imperial capital. Ildrecca tried its hardest to look peaceful and serene in that light, but I've known the city too long to be fooled so easily. Nice try, old friend. Bronze Degan was across the street, leaning in a doorway. I went over. I hated that. Degan grunted and rearranged himself in the doorway. Half again as tall as me, with fair hair and skin, broad shoulders, and a lean build, he seemed to fill the entire space on his own.

Some of that came from the cut of his clothes-the flowing, long green linen coat, left open to show off the copper-colored doublet beneath, the matching full-cut breeches, the wide-brimmed hat-but just as much came from the man himself. He had an air of easy, capable confidence about him that caused people to give him a healthy berth even in the most crowded city streets. Of course, it didn't hurt that a bronze-chased sword hung at his side, either-a sword that marked him as a member of the Order of the Degans, an old mercenary order in an even older city.

No one entered into that select brotherhood of sell-swords without plenty of personal cachet to begin with. I slid into the doorway beside Degan, sat down on the stoop, and dug out two ahrami seeds from the pouch around my neck. They were small and oval, the size of my largest knuckle, and darkly roasted.

I rubbed them between my palms to let them absorb some sweat. A sharp, acrid smell, with subtle hints of cinnamon, earth, and smoke, rose up from my hands. I felt my pulse quicken at the aroma. I looked up. There had been three men with Athel the Grinner when I'd finally tracked him down-three very large men. For me, they would have been an impossible barrier; for Degan, they were little more than an inconvenience. If not for him, I'd never have made it out of that plaza, and Athel would still be grinning.

It was something I didn't say to my friend nearly enough, and something he didn't worry about hearing. We'd been running the streets together long enough to have moved past words and gestures like that. Degan shrugged. I needed something to do. Degan and I looked up and down the street, but there was no one to hear Athel's cries-or, at least, no one who felt inclined to investigate. I shuddered in the silence that followed.

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I had been planning on letting the seeds sit in my mouth for a while, to savor the quickening of my pulse in anticipation. Now, I simply bit down. The ahrami filled my mouth with smoky, bittersweet flavor. I chewed quickly, swallowed, and waited for them to hit.

They came on fast, as the straight seeds always do. One moment I was tired and half asleep; the next, I felt revitalized. The cobwebs that had been draping themselves across my mind for the last several hours receded, replaced with a sense of alertness.

I could feel the worst of the tension drain out of me. My back loosened, and the pressure that had been building behind my eyes faded away. The fatigue was still there-I wasn't going to be running across the city again any time soon-but I didn't feel as raw as I had a few moments ago. I sat up a little straighter and worked the kinks from my shoulders. My mind was settled, my pulse was steady, and my eyes were sharp once more.

I shook the bag around my neck before slipping it back under my shirt. Only a few seeds left.I could tell he was having trouble focusing on me in the flickering light. And whether Caraval is real or not, Scarlett must find Tella before the five nights of the game are over or a dangerous domino effect of consequences will be set off, and her beloved sister will disappear forever.

Brielle Winters Mar 10, at 4: I avoided looking at the bloody mess that had once been his hands and feet. Dawn already? The ahrami filled my mouth with smoky, bittersweet flavor. The smaller one paused and eyed the distance between us, considering.

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