“So what will you do now, Erik?”
The rogue had been sitting quietly, staring at the papers and maps that were laying on the table. At the question, he looked up and leaned back in his chair. Across from him, a young lady sat on the coach with her legs pulled up beside her.
“I think it’s time I call in some favors, May,” Erik said calmly.
“You never call in favors.”
“Now’s the time,” Erik answered with a shrug.
“How many favors are you calling in?”
“As many as I need to.”
“To do what?”
“I can’t be everywhere I need to be,” Erik answered with a sigh.
“I’m sorry,” May said quietly.
Erik nodded and cast a vague look around Sharlimay’s apartment. It was as comfortable and pleasant as...