Chapter 1812

However, Zayden was different.

Moss was no fool.

He could read a man like a book, and Zayden was an open one.

Zaydens hatred for Holden was no secret, and by extension, Melons fate wouldnt be kind if left in his hands.

Taking another measured sip of his wine, Moss turned to Zayden, his tone now cold and unyielding.

I wont work for you until I see that boy.

Trust is paramount between partners, Zayden said, his smile not quite reaching his eyes.

Melon is my nephew.

Surely you can trust me with his care? Moss drained his glass, setting it down with a deliberate thud.

Ive said the child is exceptionally bright.

He could be a valuable assistant to me.

Zayden scoffed, A child? An assistant? More likely a hindrance. Ive already arranged two capable assistants for you.

insufficient, I can

..

s ...

tense as Moss

trust, yet you dismiss

we should reconsider

me again and seek

stand firmI wont

silence settled in the air before Zayden

choice; Moss expertise was

anger,

here,

Meanwhile, in another room.

was

what was happening

at the washbasin

had barely fed him these past few days, tossing him some rock-hard bread

sip of the icy

he forced himself to drink more, hoping to dull the gnawing

had his fill, he curled up in the corner of the room, hugging his knees

cold was relentless, seeping

any heat,

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