“If the four of you take action against Filderon and it’s discovered, you will never work as mercenaries again,” I warned. “You know what happens to mercenaries who kill a broker.”
“We will be blacklisted,” Will said. He didn’t sound the least bit upset about it.
“Oh no,” Lute said, his voice bland. “Whatever shall we do?”
Gort faced me. “What happens to Filderon after Falcon Point?”
“He gets his payout and buys an estate near Praul Britin. He grows grapes and makes wine.”
“Is it any good?” Gort asked.
“He thinks so. Calls it Falcon’s Tears.”
Gort looked at Reynald.
“Don’t be seen,” the blademaster said.
Gort smiled.
The two Magnar brothers grinned at me in unison. Next to Gort, Shana bared her teeth. They looked like a family of werewolves about to sprout fangs and claws. If their eyes started glowing, I wouldn’t be at all surprised.
Gort rose. “I’ll go set up a meet. We’ll want to discuss this job somewhere quiet.”
“What if he rejects that invite?” I asked.
“Oh, he’ll see us.” Gort’s eyes turned cold and angry. “When he was trying to lure me in, he kept mentioning the boys, and I couldn’t understand why. It’s an old-dog job.”
“He didn’t want two grown men coming around asking how their father died,” Reynald said.
And if Gort and both his sons died at Falcon Point, the only one asking questions would be Shana, and Filderon must’ve decided he could handle her. That fucking slime.
“Go get him, love,” Shana said.
Gort motioned to Lute. “Think you can play the part?”
“I have this.” Lute nodded. “I’ll tell him all about how times are tough, and my brother is breaking his back at the docks.”
The two of them left the kitchen.
“Well, it’s about time for dinner.” Shana nodded to Kaiden. “Come with me. I’ll need things from the cellar.”
“I’m going to wash the wharf off.” Will headed into the hallway.
In a moment it was just Reynald, Clover, and me.
“I’ll see Gort and Lute out,” Clover said. She got up and turned to me. “You were amazing, my lady.”
Aw.
Clover left the kitchen.
Reynald stood up. I looked at him.
“Regrets?” he asked.
I shook my head. “Filderon is a man who sacrifices other people to put coin in his pocket. He deserves everything that’s coming to him.”
Reynald leaned slightly toward me. A little light played in his green eyes. He was strikingly handsome right now for some reason. Suddenly I was acutely aware of the space between us. I knew exactly where his hands rested on the table and how close his face was to mine.
