A Court of Lies Page 28
“I could send a baou, so you wouldn’t have to dirty your shoes,” Roth suggested.
I knew he was upset with me for getting myself into trouble with the soldiers like an idiot, no doubt, and I knew he was probably also upset that I was being nasty to him about rescuing us.
Perhaps I should care, but it was Roth.
I left him standing beside his horse on the boardwalk without a reply, and his chuckle rang in my ears, infuriating me.
