Prince of Spies
Chapter One
"This is a fine blade," Nico nodded at Drake. "Good choice."
Drake nodded, passing a set of knives to Nico. "Try these. There's a fairly good
swordsmith in town, willing to work quietly and not ask any questions."
"Ah, the best kind," Nico agreed, testing the weight of each of the blades with
a critical eye. "These are fine too. Your smith is a good one. Did you manage to
get anything for Riki?"
Drake grinned broadly and with a flourish, produced a bright red dress with
yellow trim and enough frills to make Riki blink twice. It had a wide, tiered
skirt, and a neckline that would scoop low over her breasts, but the sleeves
would probably come all the way to the middle of her forearms, hiding the worst
of her scars and providing some warmth. It was flamboyant, but beautiful, and
Riki could barely believe it was meant for her.
Nico took it from Drake with gentle hands and walked over to the bed, sitting at
her side. He draped the dress over her legs. "I want you to wear this,
sweetheart. I know it's a little bright, but we're posing as Drake's cousins
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