“No. I’m done with that job,” I said honestly. Saffira had nothing more to fear from me, now that my contract with his father was ended. In fact, I didn’t even know where he was. I told myself I probably could have found out, if I’d wanted to.
“Then why are you here?” Bruni asked, studying me.
I studied her, too. She hid nothing, wearing her normal Akeran clothes, both her attire and her stature drawing attention. She didn’t seem bothered by it. While my fame had grown, Bruni’s reputation had shrunk away to nothing. This was by her design, of course. Where she had once sought to make a name for herself at The Camp, her new goal was complete anonymity. I learned later that she rigged the year-end competition at The Camp so that every tournament now ended in a four-way tie. She’d even paid
