Sunbeam Lair could’ve got a deal if i wanted, but i like owning shit

the simple truth of things right now was that renard was both bored and had thoroughly given up on donovan. charisma meant nothing when there was nothing behind it. all the lofty goals of making everyone else here bow to the saints were flimsy at best.

they were half inclined to prod this fight, this war, along, if nobody else was willing to do it.

they wanted to see something. if the saints would stand, if praimfaya would fight with them, what would come of donovan after it all. he’d die or he’d become more brutal – there was no avenue where he actually solved the problem. the fascination was beginning to bleed away quickly.

she spun to face them, clutching a flower between her teeth. maybe not here to scout, then, but renard had lived too long to let suspicion leave on that little evidence.

renard shrugged, circling nearer. “close to the saints, don’t you think?”