Literature
By My Hands Chapter 13 Finale Part 2
Finale Part 2
“Welcome!” she purred with a voice like honey poured over steel. “I am so glad you could make it. I am Andarateia Cantori, of House Cantori.”
The man rose from the couch with liquid grace, every movement deliberate, as though the room itself belonged to him. He stopped just close enough for the faint, unmistakable scent of Antivan cologne to reach each nose. It was the scent of a man who killed for a living and still dressed for the opera.
“It’s so very good of you to join us,” he said, with a smile that never touched his eyes. “And Harding… it is always a pleasure. In the case that we have not met previously—I am Viago De Riva, of House De Riva.”
“Charmed,” Leliana answered politely. Even gloved, no one extended their hand.
“Funny,” Bull started, “last time a Crow told me he was happy to see me, I left with his knives in my belt and his contract in my teeth.”
Viago’s smile didn’t falter, but something lethal shone behind it. “Well then,” he murmured, “Now I am
