"You realize the duke will not be pleased."
"The duke's feelings are irrelevant."
"He paid a considerable deposit."
"Which will be returned."
Cain tapped his fingers against the table.
"That simple?"
"No," Vivian replied. "But it is not our concern."
The contract had originally passed through one of the guild's lesser branches. At the time, Elion had merely appeared to be an unusually talented student who had somehow offended Duke Dawncrest deeply enough to warrant assassination.
No one within that branch had known the master had already taken an interest in him.
By the time the information reached the higher ranks, several assassins had already been assigned to terminate Elion, though none had yet completed the mission.
The master's order had brought the entire operation to an abrupt end.
Cain gave Vivian a doubtful look. However, his attention was suddenly drawn towards a robed woman walking along the street beside their table.
