“You’re looking well. Evil living suits you.”
“It does.” He smiled graciously. “Better than clean living suits you, sister. You worry too much. It shows. Gordek tells me you never relax.” He leaned near her and whispered, “That’s just not healthy.”
“Did he tell you I was here?”
“Oh, yes.” Yokosh straightened and plopped on the bed. “Amazing how you two met, isn’t it?”
“I’ve met Tayla, too. She’s nearly as delightful as you are,” Linsora said with a forced smile. “Or at least she was. She’s dead now.”
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