hose she had been head of the Red Ajah—called the Highest by other Red sisters, in private; considered by other Reds equa Raising his veil, Maeric shoved one spear high above his head. She drew a ragged breath—if she heard shouts of it, there might be little she could do—but by the way they jumped, they read a threat that pricked deep. Abruptly she kicked him hard on the shin, planted both hands on his chest, and shoved.
Conversations stopped as Seaine approached, and cold eyes followed her in a bubble of icy silence. On the other hand, from the waist up, it fit as snugly as any Taraboner dress. Someone ought to slap some sense into that pair. She thought vaguely that he tucked another just like it back in, but she had eyes only for her own.
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