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WHEN IZRAMITH had just about puked her guts out, someone behind her put a hand on her shoulder.
“Hey, I almost lost you. I must have been waiting at the wrong door. You were in a real hurry, huh?”
Damn. Dashu.
Izramith wiped her face with her arm. She wanted more than anything to be alone, not to have to keep up her appearance for her employers. Dashu would tell someone that she’d been sick, and that would reach Daya or the council. No matter what Dashu told her, they would start to question her ability to do the job.
“Come, I’ll take you to the guesthouse. Daya is always like this. He goes like, I’ll give you this map and you sort it out yourself, but I don’t think you’re in any state to find your own way there.”
Izramith hated to admit it, but Dashu was right. Her steps were so
