Solitaire held up his hands, lips twisting into a sneer. "Hold on, ye ruttin' scrag, ain't nowhere did I tell ye I was trottin' along wi' ye t'find Kink. Y'want t'follow at me apron strings, that'll cost ye extra."
His expression was hard. It was the sort of hard that expected plenty of extra for all the time that had already been wasted.
His expression was hard. It was the sort of hard that expected plenty of extra for all the time that had already been wasted.
