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.

thats insufficient, I can provide

..

s ...

tense as Moss fixed Zayden with a steely

trust, yet

should

restrain me again and seek another to fill my

I stand firmI wont

the air before

had no choice; Moss expertise

contained anger, Zayden summoned his

here, he

Meanwhile, in another room.

small face was smudged with

what was

toes at the washbasin to drink

these past few days, tossing him some rock-hard

a tentative sip of the icy water, shivering as it hit his

himself to drink more, hoping to dull the gnawing hunger in

up in the corner of the room,

was relentless, seeping into

any heat,

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