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Every server had a past marked with debt and crime. What would this new server’s story be? Would she share it with me willingly, or would I have to break it from her soul?
“Cormac?” Teagen asked.
The new server linked her arms with Iris, then she glanced around the room, her eyes briefly crossing over me. She pressed her red lips together into a knowing smirk before disappearing into the Terrariums, most likely being given a detailed tour by Iris.
Those lips. My late wife had painted her lips like that once.
But that smile. It made me stop. What was the new server so pleased about?
“Her name is Scarlett,” Teagen said. She lifted her red drink in their direction. “She started today.”
“Scarlett,” I muttered. I would have to remember that.
