He was better off being spontaneous anyway. Anya, your eyes are brown like … tree bark? He’d think of something. Sometimes Joost liked to pretend that it was his house, that he was a rich mercher just out for a stroll through his fine garden.īefore he rounded the corner, Joost took a deep breath. Hoede had one of the grandest mansions on the Geldstraat – floors set with gleaming squares of black and white stone, shining dark wood walls lit by blown-glass chandeliers that floated like jellyfish near the coffered ceilings. He and Anya only ever exchanged a few words on his rounds, but she was always the best part of his night.Īnd he had to admit, he liked Hoede’s house, too, the few peeks he’d managed through the windows. If it hadn’t been for Anya, he probably would have pleaded with his captain for a reassignment. They’d been teasing him ever since he’d arrived. Joost turned on his heel, cheeks burning, and strode down the eastern side of the house. “Oh, Anya, won’t you use your Grisha magic to make my moustache grow? ” Henk mocked. “That means he’s going to go stick his head in the Grisha workshop to get a look at his girl.”
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