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Oh boy. I am about to make his day so much worse. I lean forward, rubbing my hands together. "Is now a good time to tell you guys what the cargo is?" "It's silks, right?" Straik leans forward on his desk, his hands splayed atop it. There's a desperate look on his face. "Tell me that it's silks." "Wrong," I tell him gleefully. "It's more keffing humans. A shit ton more. A hundred and thirty-two more." Straik's bellow of anger echoes down the halls.
I stare in horror at his perfect ass.
That's Mathiras's job." "One of your brothers?" "Tallest one," I agree. "Looks constipated." "Probably because he's dealing with your shit," she quips.
I wonder if it'd be too forward of me to ask her to sit on my plate and be my dinner? Probably.