C93 Chapter 93

Facing her was a woman who looked soft-spoken and delicate—narrow, foxlike eyes, fair skin, and a dark braid. She wore an easy smile and carried herself with calm confidence.

She looked about twenty-five or twenty-six. Down in the crowd, a little boy—around six or seven—kept cheering her on.

“Mom, you have to beat her!”

The boy was sturdy and round-faced, worked up with excitement