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"Good." The Exalt touched his fingers to her throat and frowned. "Though a job means a leash around your neck." | "Good." The Exalt touched his fingers to her throat and frowned. "Though a job means a leash around your neck." | ||
− | "A leash to which you hold the chain. This job proves what I said when first we met; glory and honor in Heaven by service to your Mandate." Sweet Brass wrapped | + | "A leash to which you hold the chain. This job proves what I said when first we met; glory and honor in Heaven by service to your Mandate." Sweet Brass wrapped a hand through Storm's arm and the pair started walking again, losing themselves amidst the brightly colored stalls of the spring market. "And I'll never give up your secrets. Do you trust me in that?" |
"I trust you in everything." Storm of Amber shook the rice-paper scroll under his arm and smiled. "Except your taste in art." | "I trust you in everything." Storm of Amber shook the rice-paper scroll under his arm and smiled. "Except your taste in art." |