So, given that I’m busier than a whorehouse running a two-for-one special, do me the honor of saying thank you, and taking what you’re bloody given.” Mia looked her former mentor in the eye. She recognized his tone—the same one he’d use when she was a little girl and he’d caught her stealing his cigarillos. She glanced over her shoulder at Jessamine. Softly sighed. “Thank you, Bishop.” “My fucking pleasure.” “May the Moth—” “Aye, aye, black kisses all around. Now sod off, will you?”
