ALARIC
“You want me to give you information about her?” Madame Lior chuckled deeply, lowering her tea onto the table. The same table where I had witnessed Sable almost being tortured.
“That’s a bold request, if you ask me, Mr. Leighton. You are my client, and it is surprising that you went for one of my girls, even taking her away when you know the type of business I deal with.”
She leaned forward, her fingers crossed.
“How are you going to compensate for that?”
“How much does she owe?” I asked, staring at her.
Her eyes flashed with amusement before she leaned back.
“Are you asking to pay, or are you just asking?”
“What do you think?”
I took out my card, placing it on the table. She picked it up, examining it.
“She owes $300,000, along with interest piled up over the years.” She
