He placed a heavy pouch onto the counter without flourish.
"There are three thousand gold coins," he said calmly. "An additional five hundred is an advance payment for a new order. Twenty-five more revolvers and two thousand five hundred bullets. The remaining five hundred will be settled upon delivery."
Kiara lifted the pouch.
The weight alone was intoxicating.
She opened it, and gold shimmered like condensed sunlight.
Her pulse quickened despite herself.
Fortunately, she had once handled the liquidation of her adoptive parents' estate. She had seen large sums before.
Still, counting three thousand coins manually would drain her patience.
"Zion," she called.
Zion approached silently.
Without pouring out the coins, without touching them individually, he simply opened the pouch slightly.
His pupils flickered red.
Three seconds passed.
"Total: 2,993 gold coins," he stated evenly. "2,122 bear the Phoenix crest. 871 bear the Lion crest."
Kiara blinked.
That ability again.
