Chapter 6: Price of the art

Chapter 6: Price of the art

The straw mattress was hard as hell, but for Kanos’s back, which felt like it was about to snap, it felt like sleeping in a five-star hotel bed. He just collapsed onto it. His breathing was still shallow, his throat feeling hot every time he took in air.

Belida closed the wooden door of their rented room. The sound of the iron bar sliding into place sounded pretty heavy. The giant man checked the small window facing the narrow alley, making sure no one had followed them from the one-eyed man’s shop.

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