A few seconds later, Thales quickly came to his senses and subconsciously tried to shield Sherryl behind him, but she was faster—Lady Kevendill yanked her left arm out of Thales's grasp and then clamped her palm tightly under her right armpit to prevent anyone from seeing it.
As if hiding her ugliest secret.
Or burying her most precious treasure.
And her movements were so quick and forceful it was as if Thales's hand had touched a red-hot iron.
But the matter wasn't over yet.
"Do you think her right hand is the same? I've heard doctors say that these things come in pairs!"
The murmuring in the crowd grew louder and more unrestrained:
"What about her feet? Does she have six toes on them, too?"
"Maybe she even has a tail..."
"Yikes!"
"Heh, she wouldn't have three breasts, would she? Just like the freak show we saw in Vine City that year..."
"The priests were right after all. Thieves have three hands, and magicians have six fingers!"
