Elena & Killian
Elena
I walked up to the guard posted in front of the narrow, nondescript doorway in the back of the bar and spoke the password.
“The price of information is an arm and a leg.”
The guard nodded and stepped aside, letting me into a small but well-appointed room. There was a fire crackling in a stone fireplace against the far wall, and a round table with several men seated around it. They appeared to be in the midst of a poker game, but all looked up when I entered.
“Well, well,” one of the men, large and burly even with his face covered by a mask, said when he noticed a strand of my white hair peeking out from beneath my cloak. “What a surprise. Leave us, fellas.”
The men grumbled and exited, leaving their cards and chips sitting on the table. I didn’t w
