Lion rolled his eyes. “Stop being an ass and sit down.” Tin drew a slow, steady breath and reached for the axe at his hip. “You’re going to scare the lady,” Lion warned coolly. The hell if he cared. “I warned you. If I ever saw you again—” “We’re immortal, Tin. There’s plenty of time to kill me. I have a job for you, so you may as well make your fortune first.” Fortune. Tin kept his hand on his axe but didn’t wield it. He didn’t kill people because he needed money—he liked killing—but that wasn’t
