point in being a liaison if no one could find you to liaise
with?
If Xaphan’s head bitch meant the information as a
barb, she missed the mark. The Asetian Guard wasn’t
about to waste resources. Roxy wasn’t a fish worth
frying. Which was actually why she was so good at her
job. She usually flew under the radar, asking questions, getting answers.
“Guess you’re not too efficient, then,” Roxy replied,
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syrupy sweet. “Otherwise, why’d it take you so long
to look me up for a visit? It’s been…what? A week?”
The other fire genies hissed and snarled, but Roxy
kept her gaze locked on Naamah, who was, in her
opinion, her single greatest threat at the moment. She
hoped Dagan was watching her back and would hold
off the others if it came to it. Not that she trusted him,
but he definitely wanted something from her, so he
had a vested interest in keeping her alive. For now.
What the hell? The Setnakhts, the Asetian Guard
and now Xaphan—a completely new and unfamiliar
player to the game—were all interested in Dana. She
was one in-demand little girl. A kid everyone wanted.
And Roxy had left her unguarded, unaware, safe—or
perhaps not so safe—in the arms of her sweet, flutterbrain of a mother who’d cried and cooed and offered
Roxy cookies and milk.
Shit.What the hell had she been thinking?
But that was just it. She hadn’t exactly been doing
mental gymnastics. She’d been following orders. Rescuing the kid and taking her back to her mother had
been secondary. Her main assignment had been to get
