Chapter 39: Sold... How Convenient
"So, what's the split?"
Axel removed his mask, taking a deep breath now that they were finally alone in the room. The dim lighting of the backroom auction house cast long shadows across the floor, the heavy scent of leather and metal filling the air. He turned toward Nameful, who had just removed her own mask, her expression one of calm expectation.
"The split?" Axel echoed, momentarily taken aback by her question. Was she seriously asking for a cut of the money? The thought irritated him. 'What else would I expect from a human?'
"I mean the split between you and the Auction House. Do they take thirty percent? More?" She clarified, her nonchalant demeanor grating on his nerves. 'He must think I want his small change... How pathetic.'
