in danger. That merchant is going to realize it’s not genuine eventually, if she hasn’t already. If it gets traced back to us…” Amaranthe resisted the urge to run to the front of the building and peer through the boarded windows facing the street. It was probably too soon for a squad of enforcers to tramp down the dock to their door. “Imbecile,” Books said to Akstyr. “How could you be so thoughtless? To jeopardize everything for a sweet.” “I didn’t know it’d be a problem.” “How could you not know? What you mean is you didn’t think.”
