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Kera came out of another room, dragging an unhappy Vig Rundstom behind her.
The two Crows pushed the men together until they faced each other, barely inches apart, neither man willing to look at the other.
By Tyr's mssing hand, how had Ski gotten into this?
"Well?" Jace pushed.
"Well what?"
"For me. Please."
"Stop saying that!" Ski let out a very angry but resigned breath. He looked directly at Rundstom and snarled, "Thank you for saving my life."
The Raven stared at Ski a moment before bellowing,
"Now you owe your soul to me!"
Luvig Rundstom!" Kera yelled before Ski could punch the bastard in the face. "You promised!"
"He does owe his soul to me. It's a blood oath!"
"So you're telling your half-black girlfriend that you're into slavery?"
"No. Of course not."
"Then do it right," she bit out between clenched teeth.
It took the Raven a moment, lips in a tight line, unwilling to open to say the next words. But he finally relented under the withering glare of his girlfriend. "You're welcome."
"See?" Kera asked. "that wasn't so hard, now, was it?
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