The bell above the shop door chimed again, just as Vale shoved the Kama Sutra behind a stack of more innocent-looking manuals, cheeks still burning. Mia wiped tears of laughter from her eyes, and Link leaned over a shelf, still utterly lost on what was so funny.
Eamond glanced toward the entrance and straightened.
Eamond turned and froze with a smile.
Marquess Albert entered first, robes still marked by ash from the festival fields. Beside him walked Lady Thorne, regal even in riding leathers, and the twins—Alsa and Alfon—chattering in excited tandem. Behind them trailed the scrawny city mage who'd helped coordinate the rescue of the twins years ago.
Vale, Mia, and Link straightened.
Eamond inclined his head deeply. "Your Grace, Lady Thorne, children. Welcome to Eamond's Emporium. What brings you in today?"
