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“I can accept you for who you are, but I am under no illusions.

“I have known you for the better part of a year now, Lord Waxillium,” Steris said. We joke about her, but she’s a good friend. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be flippant. Wayne and a woman named Ranette-who, you noted, specifically, probably wouldn’t try to shoot you at your own wedding.” “You, however, have given me only two names of people to invite. “And all of my acquaintances that merit the regard.” She reached to the side, taking out a sheet of paper. “I’ve invited all of my family as would be proper,” Steris said. If you need to fill out the wedding party, invite more of them.” “As a point of fact,” Steris said, “I believe your remaining family members actually do want you dead.” “I’m certain there are better choices for invitations than people who want me dead,” Wax said. Her blue, flowered dress was fashionable without being the least bit daring, and her prim hat clung to her hair so tightly, it might as well have been nailed in place. She sat with her blonde hair up in a bun, her stacks of papers for the wedding arrangements settled around her like subjects at court. “We have to invite someone,” Steris said. “You’re going to invite my mortal enemies,” he said dryly, “to our wedding.” “I’ll just put them on the list, then,” Steris said. what was it? Eat my toes? He’s not a clever man.” “Boris the Third-and yes, he’s the brother of Boris Junior, don’t ask-swore to . . . “Boris Junior swore to drink my blood,” Wax said.

“Are they likely to try to kill you?” Steris asked. Saze is both sides now, right? Ruin isn’t around anymore.

“I shot their father,” Wax said, not looking up. “They’re acquaintances of yours, aren’t they?” But what did he expect me to do? Knowing what I know . . . I know Saze doesn’t approve of what I’ve done, the book continued. “I’m thinking of inviting the Boris brothers to the wedding,” Steris said from the couch opposite the one Wax sat upon. Wax tapped the book with the end of his pencil, then scribbled down a note to himself on a separate page. I don’t know that I’d like them to anyhow. Not the side the historians will tell for me. I figure I should write one of these things, the book read. Note: This is an early draft subject to change.