Vesper's smile didn't waver. "I charge extra for confessions."
"You're the one they whisper about," the stranger said. "The whore who remembers faces. The one who can make a man confess his true name before he spends." whorecraft before the storm
Her name was Vesper, and she was the best kind of liar. Vesper's smile didn't waver
She folded the map and tucked it between her breasts, where she kept the small, sharp things. where she kept the small
