He was worried, all right. She felt his hands on her shoulders, turning her again, and she did not resist them. The veins in her neck stood out like rope. “I’m right to doubt.
“I’m tempted to wrap myself up dry and go over to Seafront with this,” Avery said. “Are you from Mejis? Or Tepachi?”“Maybe one, maybe t’other, maybe neither. She glanced over her shoulder at the footprints—all of them bare—leading down the bank. “None of yer business, Aunt.
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