“You bastards,” she murmured. w back from the glass, spitting curses in a voice so low and harsh that she sounded like her own snake. “You lie when it suits your purpose, but I think that when you told us about Jake, you were too fucked up to manage anything but the truth. But still you were foolish—you allowed yourself to be driven by one far slyer than you will ever be in your life.
“You’d remedy that if you could, wouldn’t you? Yar, I reckon. He got up, looked at his pants, and Cort—a visitor he never would have expected in such a romantic bower as this—spoke up gruffly in his mind. ”The drawstring bag lay crumpled on the ground nearby, fluttering in the wind. “We’ll start moving the tankers soon, whether the brats come or not.
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