Page 156 of Commander’s Mate
The Farseek supply clerk looked increasingly desperate.
“You may take them,” he said.
Ari shook her head.
“They are yours.”
Another shake.
The clerk looked at me.
I looked at Ari.
“What’s wrong?”
Her eyes flicked toward the warrior standing near the door.
Not the clerk.
The other one.
Tall. Gray-blue skin. Bright yellow hair. A scar cut through one eyebrow. I knew him by sight but not name.
Ari lowered her voice.
“Which one?”
“Which one what?”
“Which one receives me?”
My stomach dropped.
“No one.”
She looked at me as if I had misunderstood.
“The clothing.”
“Yes.”
“The food.”
“Yes.”
“The bed.”
“Yes.”
“The protection.”
“Yes.”
Her fingers tightened around the clean shirt.
“What is the return?”
Debt.
