CHAPTER NINETEEN
My jaw dropped to the ground and bounced back up to snap my mouth shut. I briefly sputtered spittle before I shook off my shock. “You’re a what?”
“Do you not have those in your world?” he wondered.
“Y-yes, but they’re not exactly the spitting image of respectability,” I told him.
He stretched out his arms on either side and nodded down at himself. “Then I fit the part.”
I looked him over with his dark attire and long coat, and couldn’t deny he did look like a rogue. A really cute one. “So is that why you’re not worried about money? Because you have some ‘jobs’ to turn in?”
He smiled at me as he gestured down the street. “Why don’t I show you? Perhaps your opinion of we lowly hunters will improve.”
My heart felt a little squeezed by his gentle rebuke as we continued
