“It’s patched,” Liera said. “It’s yours, that’s true. But even your finest stitch has holes. Consider this—if I get nothing more, I have one life that is mine enough to sleep in on a calm night.”
Liera stepped forward until their breaths almost met. “Then remember this: you taught me how to be noticed. I will use that lesson.” the elven slave and the great witchs curser patched
“How long before the witch notices?” he asked. “It’s patched,” Liera said