And with that, they were gone, back to their own bodies. Automatically, she pushed the door shut behind her. In short, the Rahad was the sort of place where anyone wearing silk could hardly hope to walk ten steps without being cracked over the head. She told him if he approached his wife with a face like that, Faile would slam the door on him.
Oh, Light! Leane breathed as she thumped onto the stool with considerably less than her usual grace. Shrieks and guttural cries sounded in the distance. Desperately he grabbed the man's wrists, one hand slipping a little in the blood that ran down the fellow's hand. The silver foxhead dangled from his unlaced shirt.
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