"What'll it cost? How much am I going to need?"
Something unreadable flashed in his eyes.
"You've already got exactly what you need. Can you meet me tomorrow night?"
I hesitated.
Scholes had said we needed some prep time before I faced the supplier, time in which I had been told to arrange the meeting with him. This was too soon.
"I'm busy," I told him, trying to put heavy regret into my words.
"What about the next night?"
He didn't seem happy about that, just as he hadn't liked the delay in me drinking my first batch. But where his urgency had been underscored with an eager curiosity last time, he now displayed an almost panicked anxiety.
I wondered just how demanding his master was.
"Sooner would be better. You aren't going to be able to go that long anyway, not if you want it this bad already."
I stayed firm. "I don't have a choice."
