“Ten thousand guineas.” The shepherdess shattered on the hearth. “How much? Ten thousand?! Are you serious? Ten thousand guineas?” “Don’t shout,” Luke hissed. “Jesus Christ almighty! Why didn’t you tell me? Mother of God! You don’t do things by halves, do you? So where is it?” Luke couldn’t find a single word. Rufus grabbed his shoulders and shook. “Oh, come on, this is an actual treasure-hunt. It can’t just be lying around in the Cathedral, surely. Why aren’t you looking for it?”
Action hero Rufus, I love himmmmmmmmmm
