“As far as offers go, Bob, this one is lazy as fuck.” Koen spreads his arms. “What do I get out of it? You’re supposed to offer something in return. Split the reward, wash my car—” “They say she’s your mate.” It’s like the forest hears the words. Like it understands them. For a brief second every critter, every leaf, every drop of water stills, as if waiting for Koen’s reaction. “Do they, now?” He advances, still relaxed. He’s taking a night stroll. Wandering around a museum. Unburdened of all worries.
He is rly that bitch
