The vulture? Did I listen well?
"You are an ashaasin," I said.
"Rather… I am their collaborator," he replied.
I swallowed hard. If Lord Fiore and his men were there, my companions and I would be in serious trouble.
"I imagine you are the Shaitan," the vulture said.
"I don't know what you're talking about," I played dumb.
"Please, I don't think you're an idiot, I ask you not to believe the same about me. We've been looking for you," he stated confidently, "dark-skins kidnapping pregnant women. Poor, because commoner women do not attract attention. Not like noblewomen do."
I did not answer.
"What a nice poker face," he continued, "I wonder... why kidnap pregnant women?"
I did not answer.
The Vulture scratched his chin.
"The most curious thing… is that all the disappeared ones have blonde hair. Do you know who else has blonde hair? Queen Antonete."
Dammit. The mission had definitely been compromised.
