Chapter 43

Zarek

The tavern stank of spilled ale and unwashed bodies. Human filth packed the benches, laughing too loudly, fighting over scraps like the animals they were. I ignored them, slipping through the crowd without so much as a glance. None of them looked at me. They wouldn’t have dared.

I slid into the back booth, the one with shadows thick enough to make me invisible. My contact was already waiting