Shady

Rana flirted with him a bit more as they made their way over the refreshments and she ate as much as she could politely shovel in her face. She kept ...

Ash was getting pissy. But Pratik didn't particularly mind. If Ash didn't want him, he'd just go over to Loquitur. He still had unfinished business with that mercenary anyway -- ...

"Seven fifty and it's yours," Pratik countered, mirroring Ash and also leaning forward a bit. Master Chrenko was it? That was a new one. He kind of liked it. "And ...

"Keep the resources secure," he answered gently. "Until we can distribute them to where they need to go." He leaned in and kissed her neck. Her imagination flashed to the ...

Pratik bit back a sigh. So, they were devolving to haggling after all. "Surely that information is just as valuable to you as what I've already told you?"

The children who died are ghosts. They wander what used to be the school. One of them ate fruit which turned him from human to dragon. Now claws replaced his ...

"Simple, really," Tyren murmured. She could feel his breaths getting shallower. "We have warehouses stashed around town to store resources." "Warehouses?" she asked gently. She didn't move, letting hi

"How much it worth to you?" Pratik countered. That information had been bait. If Ash wanted an actual taste, he was going to pay for it.

Pratik smiled wryly. " That information is not for sale. But you can check it out if you don't believe me. They'll be where I told you."

Tyren inhaled, biting his lip as he moved both of his hands to her lower back. "It's quite simple, really," he murmured. "Could you teach me?" she giggled. "I just... ...

"Pratik," he answered, uncrossing his arms to sit a bit taller. "Chrenko." He was pleased Ash hadn't tried to haggle. He knew many men in these positions tried to start ...

"It's only the truth, my dear." His hand was creeping under the edge of her short skirt. Rana was beginning to regret not bringing the dagger Kris had suggested. The ...

Pratik looked at the soldier coolly, making no effort to uncross his arms or show any indication of discomfort. Mostly because he wasn't scared. Not of a beating, even if ...

Rana wrapped her arm around Tyren's shoulders, then seductively leaned forward, gently bringing her right hand down on his opposite shoulder. She leaned in a bit, but not too much. ...

"Oh, I don't have access to your payroll," Pratik answered, briefly noting the way Ash kept playing with the dagger, clearly thinking through something, even if his expression was stony ...