( rudely, she wonders if it's even possible. jessica's heart seems encased in impenetrable ice — or perhaps it's just alina's misfortune to be on the receiving end of her arctic stares. with a glowering look, she washes down the thought with a drained shot glass, hardly flinching at the burn in her throat. saltburnt's rich liquor goes down smoothly — nothing like the grit of ravka's cheap, quick alternatives. )
That's cheating. You've seen me disappear into the stables before.
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That's cheating. You've seen me disappear into the stables before.