Jenny: Intercession

Jason groaned softly through his teeth. In the fitful, racing light of the atrium he found Domitia and Druce - having left his mare outside in the garden - their hackles up, circling. Was the girl born under such an unlucky star? She hurled herself into arguments wherever she went. Just as Druce broke off he strode in to join them, glancing from face to face.

"Well?" he asked in a low, warning tone. "Am I needed here?"

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