“A spy?” Moltar said, both eyebrows rising high as he stared at her, his dark brown eyes seeming to have turned a pupiless black, flickering orange in the light of the fire. “And you’re his handler?”
“Yes,” Elise said simply, feeling her mouth go dry under the intensity of his gaze.
“What the f**k, Elise. You can’t just bring him here. This is stupidly reckless. He’s not even disguised, anyone could have seen him.” Moltar said, his nasally voice growing higher and louder as he got going.
“We can’t just leave him out in the cold, Moltar. He would have died. He gave us valuable information.” Elise countered, trying to keep her voice moderate. She’d gotten into shouting matches in her past life, and knew that if she raised her voice he would only get louder to shout her down. If it kept go
