LIAB Epilogue 11:2
The inside of a Jetstone field tent. Lilith has shackles on her wrists and ankles, and is posing on a bed of hay with an inviting smile aimed at Pierce, who is seated on a crate with his healing tonic in hand and a bottle of gin behind him. Two infantrymen guard the door, and a Warlady named Miranda Wright scowls at Lillith from across the tent.
"Why are you here?" she asked him, to keep him engaged. He liked her legs, so she curled them up under her in his full view. The shackles made them too hard to cross.
She smiled, as if she'd actually found the joke funny. "I mean in the tent."
"But you're the Chief Healomancer," said Lilith, trying to let a little admiring purr creep into her tone. "You could have ordered the Hat Magician or the Dittomancer to watch me. You're in charge. So why'd you come here yourself, hm?"
Pierce smiled warmly. "Charlie gave us a long list of tricks you might try to get out of here," he said. "Do you want to guess what was at the top of the list?"
Lilith sighed. "Seduction?"
Pierce lifted his glass to his lips, wagging his eyebrows as he took a sip. "Ahh. So I volunteered."