Here’s the next hook from my almost WIP, tentatively titled Audra Fleeing, Audra Finding.
“I’m looking for a woman,” he said.
Opsie waved to indicate her unfinished office. “I’m afraid my brothel isn’t quite open for business.” The joke felt forced, but Elinor liked it when Kwadrans, especially the nobility, acted with the informality of her homeland.
Instead of smiling, Verhailey frowned. “It’s my niece, Audra.”
“A few weeks ago,” Elinor said, “she ran away to Kwadra and has since disappeared. We don’t have private investigators yet, too busy building our infrastructure from scratch, but as the recently retired head of the gendarmerie, you’re the closest we have.”
Finding a runaway girl on an island two-hundred-eighty miles long sounded far worse than plastering, but for the sake of better relations with the queen, Opsie stifled her sigh. “Thank you.”
Verhailey had a cleft in his chin and scar on his jaw, like hers but one-fourth the length. Straighter, too. His flesh had been cut cleanly, not torn, like hers. She would’ve resented his good luck if she wasn’t constantly on guard against jealousy.
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