Capítulo 68: Chapter 68: Fire, Part 4

Sule screamed as cold water poured over him, helpless against the boot planted on his back and his own dizziness and aching head. "Stop! Stop! Dragon's teat, stop!"

It took several more minutes of protest, but finally the deluge ceased. Sule struggled to his knees and wiped water from his face, shaking hard as he glared up at Cemal. "Where in the Dragon's name did you come from?"

"My mother," Cemal retorted, then grabbed him by the hair again and hauled him to his feet.

"Let go!" Sule smacked his hand away that time. "Don't fucking touch me unless it's to give me a blanket or some other warmth." He stalked back toward the tavern, soaking, freezing, head aching, but a good deal more awake and functional.

Cemal caught up to him at the door, gently took his arm and guided him around the inn instead, and then a short distance down the street to the house of a moderately wealthy merchant whose name Sule couldn't recall.