Chapter 70: Pissed off

Patience, Elena. Patience. You would eventually get through this hurdle and reach your goal. Think about the mission. Think about the death you promised him.

"Fine. Tell me," I said impatiently and unwillingly.

"First," he walked past me and went to sit on the huge stone. "We should think an appropriate story for our first meeting. Any suggestion?"

"Why do we need to waste time thinking of a good story? Let's just say we met in the market, tavern, or bordello."

He winced at the last word I mentioned.

"Bordello? Do you think I go to that kind of place? My relatives know me, Elena. They know I don't visit bordellos. And what would that make of you? They would surely think that you are a whore or entertainer in the bordello."

The hell I care what they think of me. But I did not voice that out because I'm sure he would just remind me of our damn deal.