"Shall I inform the high priestess?" Mateo asked from a respectful distance and in an even tone, yet no answer came.
Alejandro stood still, his gaze fixed on the black SUV as it disappeared beyond the gates. His thoughts churned beneath a composed exterior. After Damian had shut him down and gone as far as to issue a subtle warning with that brief crimson glow behind his shades, Alejandro had pushed forward regardless.
As a seasoned businessman, his negotiation skills were among the best, and he had not backed down easily. He circled the topic from every angle, probing, baiting, testing. Yet he gained nothing of real value beyond one unsettling truth. The abundance of cursed weapons within Damian's faction was not an exaggeration. They had even referred to the items they were selling as basic.
At first, Alejandro dismissed it as a bluff.
That illusion shattered the moment the transaction began.
