“I suspect they're part of that cabal that keeps killing half-bloods,” she murmured, still grimacing down at the man. Resisting the urge to pettily jam the toe of her boot into his side again, she looked up at Merula and asked, “Can I... trade you something for that eye?” With a wry smile, she lifted her eyebrows, understanding that it was his prize, but she thought she could offer something better in return for a bit of leverage.
Time was of the essence which meant she was at the raven's mercy, but she'd trade quite a lot for a solid chance to rescue a fellow agent.
Time was of the essence which meant she was at the raven's mercy, but she'd trade quite a lot for a solid chance to rescue a fellow agent.