I stared at her and blinked a few times before turning to Boone. “Seriously?”
He lifted one corner of his mouth. “The expectations of those who operate with a different moral compass than most of us are different, it seems.” He nodded at me, a reassurance.
“I appreciate that your boss wanted the codex in the ‘right’ hands, Zariyah, but as Poe noted, we paid you for the scroll. This was no simple act of restitution by your boss.”
Zariyah started to say something, but he put up a hand to stop her. “Further, I do not know who your boss is, and I do not need to know because, even if I wanted to, my employers are not inclined to give credit for basic goodness.”
Zariyah’s lips pursed for a split second, and then she smiled. “Very well.” She pressed down on her knees and stood. “The point is
