Lady of Regret (Book 2)
“At dawn, they reached the hovel Horge and Yiri named home. After supplying Rathe and Loro with a meager bite of food and a skin of water, the odd pair bustled them back outside. Yiri admonished them to keep a sharp eye for pursuers, then slammed the door in their faces. Rathe was of the mind that the villagers had turned back long since.
“I don’t trust Yiri,” Loro said bluntly.
Rathe looked over the rudimentary pile of rock and timber where Yiri and Horge lived. It had a roof of moldy thatch in need of replacing, but inside there had been a massive fireplace to quickly cut the chill from each of its three rooms, and to provide ample light for the central room. Shelves stocked with foodstuffs, earthenware containers and other oddments, reached from floor to ceiling. One wall seemed wholly dedicated to Yiri’s craft.
“Nor do I trust her,” Rathe admitted. She had done something to him back at the Gelded Dragon, but try as he might, he could not remember anything untoward. “When we met Yiri,”
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