She fixed him with her pale stare. Ilsigs were called Wrigglies, and Lastel'scraven self was a good example why. She felt disgust and stared longer.
The man before her dropped his eyes, mumbling that their agreement had nothinged on the mage-killer Cime, that he was doing more than his share as it was,for little enough profit, that the risks were too high.
And to prove to her he was still her creature, he warned her again of theStepsons: 'That pair of Whoresons Tempus sicced on you should concern us, notmoney - which neither of us will be alive to spend if -' One of the slaves criedout, whether in pleasure or pain Roxane could not be certain; Lastel did noteven look up, but continued:'... Tempus finds out we've thirty stone of krrf in-'
She interrupted him, not letting him name the hiding place. 'Then do this that Iask of you, without question. We will be rid of the problem they cause,thereafter, and have our own sources, who'll tell us what Tempus does and doesnot know.'
A slave serving mulled wine approached, and both took electrum goblets. ForRoxane, the liquor was an advantage: looking into its depths, she could see whatfew cogent thoughts ran through the fat drug dealer's mind.
He thought of her, and she saw her own beauty: wizard hair like ebony and wavy;her sanguine skin like velvet: he dreamed her naked, with his dogs. She cast acurse without word or effort, refiexively, giving him a social disease noSanctuary mage or barber-surgeon could cure, complete with running sores uponlips and member, and a virus in control of it which buried itself in thebrainstem and came out when it chose. She hardly took note of it; it was a smallshow of temper, like for like: let him exhibit the condition of his soul, she