snorted. âShe is unquestionably without honor.â
âThatâs my point,â I said. âWe need someone familiar with dark magic and its aftereffects. She doesnât seem to be much into charitable works.â I shuddered, remembering the deal sheâd tricked me into.
âThat she does not,â Micah said dryly. We had reached the apothecary door, and I laced my fingers with Micahâs before we entered.
âThank you for coming with me,â I said. âI know you donât like it here.â
Micah smiled and squeezed my fingers, but did notspeak. Only a fool would disparage the crone while standing on her front stoop. With that, we pushed open the door and sneezed.
Somehow, I always managed to forget how filthy the apothecary was. It could be a dust museum based on how thick the stuff was. I really should have brought Shep, along with a Dustbuster or three. Once my sneezing fits had subsided, we found the crone seated in her usual spot behind the counter, drinking something out of a clay cup.
âLord and Lady Silverstrand,â she croaked. âWhat good fortune has brought you both to my shop today?â
Micah inclined his head toward the crone and murmured a greeting. Forgoing the niceties, I asked, âDo you know anything about spells that demand your memories as a price?â
The crone raised a shaggy gray brow. âThose magics are powerful,â she replied, âfar too powerful for a girl like you.â
âI donât want to use them,â I said. âIâ¦know someone who has.â She stared at me, unmoving, until I elaborated. âMy father. He had to use those spells.â
The croneâs eye widenedâIâd actually shocked her. âI donât believe it,â she murmured. âA Corbeau would never sink to dabbling with such forces.â
âHe had to. It was war,â I said. âIs there any way to restore his memories?â
âThere is, but the price for restoring them is as dearas the memories themselves.â She leaned forward. âDo not forget, dearie, you already owe me. Careful you donât amass more debts than you can pay.â
Micah, who had been wandering about the crowded shop, was at my side in an instant. âWatch your tongue, old woman,â he growled. âSara owes nothing.â
âUm.â I touched Micahâs hand, and his furious gaze slid to meet mine. âI kind of do.â
Micahâs eyes narrowed. âMy wifeâs debts are my own,â he proclaimed. âWhat does she owe?â
The crone cackled. âShall I tell him, dearie? Or would you like the pleasure?â
I looked at the floor and wondered if I could dig a hole and hide in it, and if, once Micah heard my answer, he would want me to stay there. âAnything.â
âWhat?â Micah slid a long finger along my jaw, and tilted my chin up. âPlease, love, repeat that.â
âAnything.â I took a deep breath, and continued, âI told her I would owe her anything.â
Micah dropped his hand from my chin, his back straightening. âWhen are you planning to collect?â he asked the crone, his gaze never leaving me.
âNot today, and probably not tomorrow,â she replied. âBut I fully intend to do so.â
At that, Micah bid her a good day, grabbed my elbow, and hauled me out of the apothecary. Others stared at the sight of the Lord of Silver dragging his wife down the village streets, but no one was foolishenough to get in his way. I was the only fool there.
Once we reached the metal pathway, Micah threw us into the silver, I assumed so we could quickly return home. Instead of the smooth, straight ride to the manor I was used to, Micah took a hard turn, so hard that I had to grab onto his shirt or risk being flung from the metal. The rest of the journey was like driving down an unpaved road in a car without shocks, so rough I felt my teeth
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