It was only when the barkeep lost his temper that Kajivar realized she’d made a mistake.
“YOU!” the dwarf shouted as he kicked her in the knee. “Take your pet Orc and get out of my tavern!”
She was startled to find a mirrored look of utter confusion on the Orc’s face. Not in the mood to argue with the man who provided the alcohol, she grabbed the Orc by the shoulder and herded him through the unconscious bodies on the floor and out the door.
She didn’t stop until they reached the stables. Kajivar released him and took a few steps away. A bit of a blush may have crept up her skin under the grime. She rubbed the back of her neck and didn’t look at him.
“So, uh, sorry for mistaking you for an employee,” she apologized.
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