“What would it take,” he said, punctuating the question with a building scale, “to get you to try something more in line with your heritage? I’m not your patron, and I owe you nothing, but you fell in my lap. If I were to rehabilitate you even slightly, there are those who would pay me favors.” She walked over and leaned on the side of the piano, holding her drink to keep her hand from trembling. He wanted something from her. That…was actually dangerous. This would have been so much easier if he were only angry at the lost cargo. “What would that entail?” she asked quietly. “Running a small
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