The step faltered.
Quiru was dead.
By Zhi's hand.
Thank you?
For his job.
For his privacy.
For his secrets.
Thank you.
"Jes get th'feck out o'me city," she said. Her voice was cold. Controlled.
She needed a new knife.
The thought popped into her head, random and utterly out of place. She had fresh coin. She could buy one, a decent one. Yeah, thank you. Right.
She slammed the door behind her.
Quiru was dead.
By Zhi's hand.
Thank you?
For his job.
For his privacy.
For his secrets.
Thank you.
"Jes get th'feck out o'me city," she said. Her voice was cold. Controlled.
She needed a new knife.
The thought popped into her head, random and utterly out of place. She had fresh coin. She could buy one, a decent one. Yeah, thank you. Right.
She slammed the door behind her.
