_Zarelle’s POV_
Callan made a sad sound when I didn’t drink. He looked disappointed.
“Fine. If you don’t like bloodwine, how about Rosemont?” he said.
He found a bottle of the pink liqueur and poured it into a new glass for me. Rosemont was a fancy drink from Paris. It tasted like roses and was very expensive.
“Now, about the deal,” Callan said. “I can’t go back to my bosses with such a low offer. They will laugh at me. How about we make it fifteen percent below market rate instead?”
Before I could answer, he kept talking. “I know Duncan is in trouble right now. But it’s just temporary. We need your money, but you need our technology too. We can work something out that helps both of us. And I’m sorry for what happened between us earlier.”
He leaned over the table toward
