Seonaid and Fearchar’s heads spun into the inky blackness. “Ye bloody well could’a died, ye eejit!” Fearchar screamed at his employer. Eoin snorted. “You think that was a one-time occurrence.” He smiled sardonically. “You did that again!” Seonaid protested. “I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve had to taste the prince’s food and lost … Continue reading Fyskar: Ch 18