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The servants emptied their buckets into the polished wooden tub that stood close enough to the fire to benefit from its warmth. None of them spoke to her or even glanced up from their duties, and Ciara saved her irritation for the bird man.
“Dora will see to your needs,” he said to her as he took the empty bucket from a short, round woman who studiously avoided meeting Ciara’s eyes. “Is there anything else I can get for you?”
“I think you know the answer to that question,” Ciara said, and then silently added, you can take me to Bolin, with a not-so-subtle mental push to do as she said.
His smile twitched. “You will find Dora as warded against magic as I am, lady. My lord Donovan is most wise in these matters.”
He bowed and left, the lock clicking behind him. Ciara sucked in a breath. She thought of letting it out in a blood curdling scream until her gaze fell on Dora. The woman’s brown eyes were nearly as round as her face, and her brows had disappeared into her hairline. Ciara released the breath in an exasperated sigh.
“Is he like that to everyone?” she asked.
“Colm? Yes, mistress.” Dora averted her eyes, the imminent danger past, and bobbed her head at the tub. “The water’s getting cold. Shall I help you undress?”
“Help me-” Ciara felt her cheeks color, and she shook her head.