He entered the sidestreet behind Zhi, and she gave him a long, hard look. "Ye wanted me attention, ye got it. Along wi'half th'city." The last was a mutter. The next word was a bark of sound: curt, but devoid of any obvious emotion. "Talk."
She turned to walk forward, presenting him with her back. It went against every ingrained instinct, but if he'd wanted to kill her himself there were numerous less complicated avenues he could have taken for that. Whatever it was he sought from her, whatever end, it was something that spelled plotting. Maybe she was just a happy coincidence, an opportunity that had lead towards squelching her without bringing the wrath of Agha down on his head. Or maybe it was a different enemy (though she doubted it, but within the realm of possibility), a different contact from a different life, back when --
She stopped that thought. Didn't care to think on it, didn't really matter. She'd a problem on her hands, and weren't no use playing at jacks. The only thing to do was move forward and deal with it. She was good at that.
She turned to walk forward, presenting him with her back. It went against every ingrained instinct, but if he'd wanted to kill her himself there were numerous less complicated avenues he could have taken for that. Whatever it was he sought from her, whatever end, it was something that spelled plotting. Maybe she was just a happy coincidence, an opportunity that had lead towards squelching her without bringing the wrath of Agha down on his head. Or maybe it was a different enemy (though she doubted it, but within the realm of possibility), a different contact from a different life, back when --
She stopped that thought. Didn't care to think on it, didn't really matter. She'd a problem on her hands, and weren't no use playing at jacks. The only thing to do was move forward and deal with it. She was good at that.
