To that, she scoffed. "I'm no one's savior." Forcing herself to soften her tone, she added, "Zoroka. What are your rates, Donovan, and what is your craft?"
Topping off her glass, she pushed the bottle toward him with a look that told him he better not hog it. She could tell he was an astute one. Good. The dumb ones don't last long. She didn't have the patience for it.
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