Chapter Nine
Erielle was a lot less friendly than she’d been earlier, in Makey’s opinion. Instead of inviting them up to her room with the comfortable cushions, she had them shown into a basement. He didn’t like the place. It was cold and damp and had no windows. His three friends also looked worried about what had happened, which didn’t make him feel any better.
There wasn’t even anywhere to sit down. All four of them stood waiting in silence, but they didn’t have to wait long before the underworld leader appeared.
Her shaved head and narrow eyes were even more intimidating the second time round. Makey wondered why she’d called them back after drugging them and stealing those things called credchips. The amount given to him as his refugees’ allowance had been so pitifully small, he wis
