Bab 100: | The Gathering

'Is that a fact?' Amon grunted in reply to Ava's sarcastic comment. He cast a dubious eye over the door of the neighboring apartment, which was in equal disrepair. 'How saintly of him.'

'Uh-huh,' Jack said. In truth, their landlord was a fat pig who owned a string of dingy diners. He had used them as slave labor, insisting they work long shifts washing dishes in place of rent. After that, going out wolf-hunting had been almost a pleasure.

Ava pushed open the squeaky door and led the way inside. 'Excuse the mess. We don't have many guests.'

'Good gods,' muttered Amon as he stepped into the room. He shook his head in horror. 'I don't blame you.'