Chapter 99
Cameron
The new leader steps forward, tidy in his dirt—too clean for the place, hair slicked back, boots that haven't known real mud. He bows. It's smart. It's also useless.
"We have to reevaluate the deal between our two sides," I inform him.
"It's written in contract, it just can't be—" he starts. I cut him off with a look.
"I wasn't asking." I say. The words are flat; they land like a dropped stone.
"Bring me the contract." I add.
A scruffy merc digs through a cracked leather satchel and produces a stack of yellowed pages tied with twine. Using such paper? What era are we in?
I sit on the nearest log as the camp quiets into an uncomfortable hush while I read.
