A Court of Lies

by Kate Avery Ellison

  “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.