“Like you care.”
“I care enough to keep more Allentrian blood from being spilled!”
Keriya paused. Was it possible that underneath all that rudeness, Cezon was hurting as much as she was? Had he seen people he loved murdered before his eyes, too? Allentria was his home; she knew he’d once cared about it enough to join the Erastatian Border Patrol. Though that was probably as much for the derlei as anything else.
Ah, of course. Derlei.
“I’ll pay you,” said Keriya. Cezon laughed.
“You? Last time, missy, you hadn’t two copper coins to rub together.”
“But I have a nation at my disposal,” Viran pointed out. “I’m sure we could come to an agreement you’d find profitable.”
“There ain’t enough gold on the face of Selaras to make me go back,” said Cezon. “And there ain’t nothing you say that’l
