“Well, money like this could feed dozens of Ilyans in the slums for weeks, months even,” I say evenly. “And yet, here it sits, wasting away for people’s wishes.” Kitt’s eyes flick to the fountain, and he frowns. “You’re right. I’ll see about having it removed and distributed.” My heart leaps against my chest. “Really?” His frown flips into a wide grin. “We made a deal, remember? You keep looking at me, and I’ll keep listening to you.”
