Her Feral Beasts (Her Vicious Beasts, #1)

by E.P. Bali

Scythe takes a drag from his cigarette, and the eagles all follow his movements with extreme acuity. He has a voice that violently demands attention, and I even find myself keenly listening in. “I learned the art of business deals from my father. He would have been your age by now, Dirk, but you wouldn’t have run in the same circles, of course. One time, he was negotiating the price for a valuable…product. I would have been twelve at the time, but I watched it all quite closely. They couldn’t agree on a price. My father wanted a little over a million. They couldn’t afford it, but still wanted it. The meeting ended, and that night, those beasts came to steal the product. Now, that wouldn’t do, and not five minutes later, we had three eagles lying without their wings on our doorstep. My father took their net assets and considered the matter settled.” “‘In our world, Scythe, we take what we want and we don’t look back’, he said to me. Now you,” Scythe says, gesturing at Dirk, “are forcing me to look back. And I don’t like that. I have no time for that. Halfeather estate is mine.” Dirk spreads shaking hands. “Mr Kharkorous, please, this is my brother’s land we are talking about. My family’s estate.”