“And, yes, I’ll pay for any parts you need.”
“It must be nice being rich,” Diavan said wistfully.
Rich, right. I wasn’t getting paid for this, and there was no way I’d be able to complete the dragon-slaying gig and earn the big money Pariah had teased me with.
My phone alerted me to a new text. Confirmation of a job accepted.
“Min, I mentioned that I could use some loaner weapons. I’ve just finalized another part of my distraction. Some toughs are going to park in front of the Pardus house and shoot any shifters that run out—and maybe put a few rounds in the front door for decoration. It would be nice if they had bullets that could bite into shifter hide.”
“Yes, of course.”
“What toughs will you hire?” Diavan asked.
“Why, do you want to volunteer?”
“I’m an artist, Sigrune.”
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