Reyna edged closer to Ethan, her hair rustling against her fur cloak as she hissed under her
breath. "Now he's gone, what ya gonna do, Ethan?"
Ethan kept his eyes fixed on the path where Daniel had disappeared, his jaw tight enough to crack
stone. The slums were alive with whispers and echoes, lanterns swaying above them like halfdead fireflies. The air smelled of smoke, damp earth, and too many unwashed bodies.
"That guy… he's getting used."
Reyna frowned, brows knotting together. "What ya mean by used?"
Ethan finally tore his gaze away to look at her, silver eyes glinting under the dim glow of flickering
lanterns. Shadows played over his sharp features, lending him an air of quiet menace. "Just follow
my lead and keep watching."
Reyna's mouth flattened into a line, but she gave a curt nod. "Alright, boss. But I ain't promisin' I
won't swing me sword if shit goes sideways, don't ya?"
Ethan snorted softly, shaking his head. "Of course you won't. Barbarian."
