Chapter 21

Marin the Baron of Snot! Alix the Chocolatier! Sancy the Strawberry-faced tart! Were the head chefs mocking him with his own insults? Or was it the moonlight and Medici wine? His uncle’s red cape, grown heavy with perspiration slowed his pace. Like a hunted fox, he wished to be free of his own skin. His grip slipped and he tripped over a raised root.