“For what?” I asked calmly.
“Listen, Zipporah, you're going to be staying under my roof, eating all the food, smoking all the weed you want, your choice, but all that can't be for free, considering you tried to kill me then get yourself killed after I spared your bloody life!” he clenched his fists, speaking through gritted teeth at the end, emitted a sigh, then continued, “I don't owe you anything, on the other hand, you do, quite a lot if you think about it. I have to give it to you that your runaway plan made it easier to kill that bastard but still. You're going to work in my office, arranging files and some other things, light work for your…condition.”
He stared blankly, his voice flat and poise, nothing but held-back fury behind his eyes. I nodded, and then he did before leaving t
