Chapter 104

Littlefinger, Petyr Baelish, came walking from the end of the road.

“Sorry to keep you waiting, Ser Domeric.”

He was dressed the same as before. His gray-green eyes seemed able to see through people’s hearts, and the little tuft of carefully groomed goatee on his chin made him look even more refined. Behind him, his dark gray silk cloak was fastened with a clasp shaped like a mockingbird.