by R.L.Davis Hays
Chapter 1 continues:
“Have I ever failed to pay you?” Keinigan protested. The knife held at his throat was making it difficult to talk with bravado.
The thieves of The Slider Guild were sincere in their threat of cutting him if he did not produce the money, but they were not merciless to those that kept their word, and Keinigan had always made sure they were on the top of his debt list. To not pay them after they had given him their aid was worthy of a knife in the back.
He made it to the safehouse without pursuit. Yet, the gate to sanctuary was a perilous one. The thieves did not care for people to burst in unannounced and fresh out of a jailbreak.
Novak, a burly human with one eye and a long, ugly scar down his neck, held Keinigan pinned beside the door…
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