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Scyld ought to have seen the request coming, long since. She'd been playing him, with all this talk of trust; his story was what she really wanted. And if she was willing to offer hers first, could she really have anything to hide?
“You drive a hard deal,” Scyld said, trying to buy some extra time. She just continued to give him that cryptic, half-lidded look. What a woman. But he was not sure that her story was worth his own. He had been lulled to near-complacency, but he could not forget the value of his own secrets, nor how dangerous Rowenna might be. He did not know her motives, yet, though he suspected that she had more than one, and he did not know what she would do with the information he gave her.
He could always lie.
Or just leave things out.
“Not here or now,” he agreed finally. “Deal.”
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