"How will we split the reward?" Ray asked.
"Naturally, it will be fifty-fifty," she replied.
Ray's lips twitched faintly. "Eighty-twenty. Eighty for me. Twenty for you."
Evermore's eyes widened slightly, then she laughed, letting out a short, irritated bark that turned into a smirk. "I have no desire to fight for chump change."
"How confident are you about defeating Kalen Voss?"
Ray's question came too suddenly, catching Evermore off guard.
Time trickled by in silence.
Kalen Voss had orchestrated the slaughter of an entire party of hunters.
He was cunning, ruthless, and had sold his conscience for power—trading loyalty for survival and greed.
Against such an evil mastermind, even with her ability to precisely foresee fragments of the future, Evermore wasn't confident about winning.
"You're not confident at all, are you?" Ray took her silence as a sign of hesitation—a momentary weakness that betrayed her doubt.
