Night shook his head fervently.His short hair was so thick and wiry, it didn’t so much as quiver.
“That’s obviously not an option,” Alobaz muttered.
“So I get them back,” Félix said.“The delightfulladyof the establishment?”
“Only if you have to.Don’t want it getting back that it was you.”
“It won’t.And the mate?”
“Same.Kill him only if you must.”
Night grunted, this time with a frown.
“Don’t worry, Night,” Félix said, leaning forward to look at him around Alobaz.“If I do get to kill them, I’ll make sure it sends a message to anyone else wanting to peddle kids.”
“Subtle, Félix,” Alobaz said.“We need subtle right now or we might never get to leave this Fuerin-cursed place.”
Félix didn’t respond.
“I’m serious.”
“I heard you.”
“Hearing and obeying are vastly different things.”
The elf tipped his head with a discreetly hiked brow.“Oh, is it obedience you want now?”
“You know it isn’t.”
“Then let’s discuss what we’re going to do with a troupe of harlots and children once we get them to the castle.We are taking them to the castle?”
We’d rented booths or rooms by the hour before.“We are.”
“That will be … interesting.”
“I’m still working it all out.”
“Then maybe I should work on it too.”
“Feel free.”
“How are we going to get them onto the island?”
“Working on that too.”
“Hm.”
“I know.”
“How about I just go ahead and get the rubies back now?Make sure she doesn’t spend them or make a run for it.I’ll follow shortly.At this rate, I might catch up before you even reach the abyss.”
Alobaz frowned, at himself more than at the elf, before nodding.“Go.Take Mistlene.”
“I’ll be back before you start missing me.”
Mid-step, the elf stopped walking.Within the span of a single breath, he vanished into dark pools between lumoons.His shädread Mistlene similarly faded with him, like the very mist she was named after.
“Night, you have any ideas how to get them all across?”
