In the span of thirty minutes, Guinevere Lunaris had been escorted through a sex circus, reunited with her father, served whiskey by a stranger, haunted by a dead jester, and had a Master Mage at blade point. She was still in her pajamas. The evening was young.
"Your pet," she said to Marek, "just tried to kill Lunaris's Beta. Why?"
Behind Marek's left shoulder, she caught movement. Kael looked like he was scanning the tent. His face hardened into something.
Guinevere blinked. He was gone.
Fantastic. She had almost forgotten about those hallucinations of Kael. That was on the library list that she hadn't gotten to yet.
Truly the cherry on top of this shit sundae of an evening.
She looked at Marek with cold in her eyes and zero fear.
"Get. Rid. Of. It."
Marek laughed, low, quiet, and genuinely amused, as if being held at knifepoint by an angry little girl was the highlight of his evening.
"You are remarkable," he commented.
Wrong answer.
