Those already holding cups found them plucked away and replaced with fresh cups of the soft punch. She thought her face must be quite colorful; the skin of her cheeks felt raised at least two inches higher than usual, welted and tender. By one o’ the clock, no one was left in the public rooms of Mayor’s House except for a quartet of cleaning women, who performed their chores silently (and nervously) beneath the eye of Eldred Jonas. But we certainly don’t want to cause trouble or be in anyone’s way.
He grinned, pulled her forward, and kissed the lobe of her ear. “In any case, it’s too late to worry about it now. Promise me. Jonas looked at Rimer shrewdly.
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