Khadijah Khatib

There’s no need for that,” Oak says.

The troll grins. “And yet we will do it.”

Fine, if that’s what he wants. “Suren, whose garb has been deemed inadequate by an obnoxious prince, despite the fact I’ve seen people go naked to revels.”

Rather than be insulted, Oak laughs delightedly

I do what she tells me but bare my teeth at her. She bares her teeth in return. They are blunt, blackened along the gums