touch it.
Infidel caught her by the wrist. Aurora tried to pull back, but Infidel held her arm immobile. I had my answer as to who was strongest. Then Aurora grinned, and Infidel grimaced as her whole arm turned blue.
“Hold me too long and you’ll lose those fingers,” said Aurora, coolly.
“No one touches the skull but me and the Black Swan,” Infidel said, through chattering teeth.
Aurora nodded. Infidel released her wrist.
“Given the nature of this transaction, I’ll see if the boss is available,” said Aurora, drawing her arm back. Infidel rubbed her frosted fingers as the ice-ogress vanished behind a red silk curtain at one end of the bar.
I sincerely hoped the Black Swan wasn’t available. Whatever Infidel was planning to do, it couldn’t be good.
As Infidel waited, a tall man in chain mail peeled away from the shadows in the far corner. He was broad-shouldered, his hair cropped short, his face rugged, probably handsome once, before his nose had been broken one too many times. His proboscis perched over his lips like a scaly red vulture. His hands were large and rough, his knuckles thick with calluses. I’d never seen him before. Perhaps this was some new enforcer that the Black Swan had hired, though more likely he was employed by one of the clients as private muscle. The man’s gaze kept darting between the dragon skull and Infidel’s bosom, accentuated as it was by the sarong.
“That’s a mighty expensive thing for a little lady to be carrying,” Vulture-nose said, easing up to the bar. “Seems like you could use a little security.”
There was a commotion at the poker table. Everyone was standing up and stuffing their chips into their pockets. One by one, they bolted for the door.
Infidel gave him a sideways glance, and said, with remarkable restraint, “Go away.”
The big fellow grinned. “Aw, don’t be like that. For a pretty gal like yourself, I wouldn’t have to work for money. We could work out things out in trade. You scratch my back, I scratch yours.”
To demonstrate what he had in mind, the doomed man placed one of his meaty paws on the small of Infidel’s bare back. His hand was nearly as large as her slender waist as he began to gently rub her.
It’s easy to rub Infidel the wrong way.
When Aurora poked her head back into the room a second later, Infidel was in exactly the same pose as when she’d left. Above her was a hole about a yard across. Sunlight filtered down. A naked man in the room directly above sat up in his bed, looking up at the hole that had suddenly appeared in his ceiling. He looked down at the matching hole in the floor. He rubbed his eyes, perhaps not certain if he was awake. A single boot tumbled from the sky, landing with a thump on the floor next to Infidel.
“Some guy knocked a hole in your ceiling,” she said. “You should be more careful who you let in this joint.”
Aurora grimaced. “The Black Swan will see you now.”
T HE SALON WAS dark save for a red glow from the glass window of the cast iron stove. A ceramic crock of potpourri simmered on the stove, filling the room with a cloying floral perfume and a level of humidity worse than anything out in the jungle. Despite the heat, the Black Swan had a shawl of black feathers draped across her silk dress; save for its ebony hue her gown looked like something she might have worn at her wedding. Like a bride, a lace veil concealed her face. Her hands were wrinkled claws, speckled with dark brown liver spots, her long nails painted to match her wardrobe.
In a city of outlaws who would rob their own grandmother, the rise of the Black Swan as its most powerful denizen was something of a mystery. It seemed improbable that this frail old woman commanded the respect of ogres and half-seeds, but Aurora kept her head bowed as she approached the leather couch where the Black Swan lounged and said, in a reverent hush, “Madam, Infidel has come to discuss a matter of
Infidel caught her by the wrist. Aurora tried to pull back, but Infidel held her arm immobile. I had my answer as to who was strongest. Then Aurora grinned, and Infidel grimaced as her whole arm turned blue.
“Hold me too long and you’ll lose those fingers,” said Aurora, coolly.
“No one touches the skull but me and the Black Swan,” Infidel said, through chattering teeth.
Aurora nodded. Infidel released her wrist.
“Given the nature of this transaction, I’ll see if the boss is available,” said Aurora, drawing her arm back. Infidel rubbed her frosted fingers as the ice-ogress vanished behind a red silk curtain at one end of the bar.
I sincerely hoped the Black Swan wasn’t available. Whatever Infidel was planning to do, it couldn’t be good.
As Infidel waited, a tall man in chain mail peeled away from the shadows in the far corner. He was broad-shouldered, his hair cropped short, his face rugged, probably handsome once, before his nose had been broken one too many times. His proboscis perched over his lips like a scaly red vulture. His hands were large and rough, his knuckles thick with calluses. I’d never seen him before. Perhaps this was some new enforcer that the Black Swan had hired, though more likely he was employed by one of the clients as private muscle. The man’s gaze kept darting between the dragon skull and Infidel’s bosom, accentuated as it was by the sarong.
“That’s a mighty expensive thing for a little lady to be carrying,” Vulture-nose said, easing up to the bar. “Seems like you could use a little security.”
There was a commotion at the poker table. Everyone was standing up and stuffing their chips into their pockets. One by one, they bolted for the door.
Infidel gave him a sideways glance, and said, with remarkable restraint, “Go away.”
The big fellow grinned. “Aw, don’t be like that. For a pretty gal like yourself, I wouldn’t have to work for money. We could work out things out in trade. You scratch my back, I scratch yours.”
To demonstrate what he had in mind, the doomed man placed one of his meaty paws on the small of Infidel’s bare back. His hand was nearly as large as her slender waist as he began to gently rub her.
It’s easy to rub Infidel the wrong way.
When Aurora poked her head back into the room a second later, Infidel was in exactly the same pose as when she’d left. Above her was a hole about a yard across. Sunlight filtered down. A naked man in the room directly above sat up in his bed, looking up at the hole that had suddenly appeared in his ceiling. He looked down at the matching hole in the floor. He rubbed his eyes, perhaps not certain if he was awake. A single boot tumbled from the sky, landing with a thump on the floor next to Infidel.
“Some guy knocked a hole in your ceiling,” she said. “You should be more careful who you let in this joint.”
Aurora grimaced. “The Black Swan will see you now.”
T HE SALON WAS dark save for a red glow from the glass window of the cast iron stove. A ceramic crock of potpourri simmered on the stove, filling the room with a cloying floral perfume and a level of humidity worse than anything out in the jungle. Despite the heat, the Black Swan had a shawl of black feathers draped across her silk dress; save for its ebony hue her gown looked like something she might have worn at her wedding. Like a bride, a lace veil concealed her face. Her hands were wrinkled claws, speckled with dark brown liver spots, her long nails painted to match her wardrobe.
In a city of outlaws who would rob their own grandmother, the rise of the Black Swan as its most powerful denizen was something of a mystery. It seemed improbable that this frail old woman commanded the respect of ogres and half-seeds, but Aurora kept her head bowed as she approached the leather couch where the Black Swan lounged and said, in a reverent hush, “Madam, Infidel has come to discuss a matter of
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