Soon Farsh admitted three young women laden with roast fowl, three different cheeses, two breads, one dark and one light, honey, butter and two fresh jugs of ale. I had no trouble telling which one was Vernia. Not only was she better dressed than the other two but she wore an air of authority beyond her status. She moved with a calculated sensuality and seemed almost possessive of Dugal, showing no deference to him.
I saw Gaelen’s brow knit slightly, showing that he had seen it, too.
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