Page 96 of Carry Your Debt

I clear my throat. “Had you, uh,wantedyour lost sheep brought home?”

The only response Morrow gives me is more of that faint smirk. A disconcertingly handsome man, he towers over me, pitch black hair framing porcelain white skin.

“Right,” I say awkwardly, before trying again. “So how can I help you, then?”

A pair of wireframe glasses glint gently against the low lighting of the hallway as he shifts his weight.

“I’m here to offer you and yours a single boon.”

I blink again.

Perhaps I’m still asleep, and instead of happily dreaming about spit-roasting little blond fuckboys, I’m conjuring up this paralysis demon instead.

My fingers flex against the wooden edge of the door.

“You’re not upset the cat’s out of the bag?”

“Let’s just say that change is on the wind. We might have found a lost lamb of our own.”

Okay. Heaven help that lamb, then.

I bring my finger up to run along my scar while I think.

A single boon.

“Parameters?”

When he shifts again, the light reflects off the surface of his glasses, and for a moment I’m unable to see his eyes.

“A single question and a single answer,” he intones.

My brain kicks off with a zap of uneasy electricity.

Fuck, I’veneverbeen good at political intrigue. It’s why being sent here to be a Front Man for the Grey Men was such a fitting punishment.

I wish Zeus was here. Or even Apollo. Someone a hell of a lot better at war games and strategy than I.

“I saw you at the Symposium, speaking with Trick Mahoney,” I hedge, deliberately trying to buy a little more time while I think through my options.

“That’s not a question,” Morrow states, shifting again. I can see his eyes now, and they’re almost coal-black in color. Like two voids. “But if you must know—I spoke at length with Sebastian Grayson, as well.”

It’s good information to know. If he was striking deals in secret with the Strange Aces, it would be a major faux pas to be seen with such a direct rival.

But I also don’t know if that knowledge makes me feel better or worse.

Having Sebastiananywherenear this was just as equally disconcerting.

My stomach squeezes as I realize he’s still waiting on an answer while I’m busy tugging at the ball of tangled threads.

How do I even know this visit isn’t Sebastian’s doing in the first place? And I can’t even ask him that outright—I don’t want to accidentally waste my question.

“You should probably know that Sebastian isn’t our biggest fan right now,” I offer, hoping that might force him to steer this conversation in a clearer direction.

“There’ve been rumors,” he only agrees, bemusedly.

Oh wow, fuck. Also good to know.

Nothing like having your dirty laundry aired for the entire Underworld to see.

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