The two halves of her shirtfront molded around them as each successive buttoning pulled the cloth tighter around her underboobs. Where are you? She did not want Vishra sending out more messengers in search of her and having them discover that she had been out in Archer’s Woods screwing with a Freeport agent. As she hurried to the Cess Pool she wondered what was in it for Arabella to help Falco. What’s with this conniving little Wood Elf?”
“My Dear, Miss Cadwarra is for Diamander’s use. She slapped a sheet of paper down on his desk. “Anyway, can you do something about our daughter and her behaviour and then deal with the classless crowd she is hanging with?”
“I am way ahead of you, my Dear. It will be good coin!”
Great, more work. My spy reports he is repeatedly taking his liberty with her willing body well into the early morning. “But, don’t worry. “Oh, yes!” The Marshall looked it over quickly. It will be good coin!”
Great, more work.
