It was a cruel game to play. If Nisa truly humored him, then it sullied a proper woman’s good reputation. If she did not – it guaranteed her death.

“She has blonde hair … enjoys knitting,” Aslan hinted, clasping his hands behind him. “This town is far too small,” he added with a smile.

Sorry, Nettie.

“I doubt she’d admit it if you asked her. Too much to lose.”

Skills. Allah above, was that actually a nightmare or had this Briar had plans?

“What sort of skills?” he asked nonchalantly.