Starlion

You withdraw your hand and put the purse back into your bag. “I’m not sure this is a good idea,” you say, “We can’t risk having our cover blown. If this maid doesn’t accept your offer, then you’d have no choice but to silence her. And her presence might be missed. We can’t afford that.”

Mixed emotions flood Dalster’s face—he’s trying to figure out if he’s disappointed or relieved.

“Then what we do?” he asks you.