“When do we make our move?” Hourim asked me as we stood together in the marketplace.
We had watched Naylin enter and leave Julius’ house and were now watching him in his doorway. Bere was in the alley across the street from the house, keeping an eye on Julius’ whereabouts at all times.
“We make our move when we see the opportunity,” I told him, muttering, but a growl in the back of my throat betrayed my irritation.
I crossed my arms and flexed my hard muscles, straining them against each other as I watched my competition. He would not win. We would not allow it.
Hourim cleared his throat as we stood there, and I watched him glance at me out of the corner of his eye for a few seconds before he cleared his throat again and talked.
“What is it about this girl, Boss? She’s pretty and all, but…” His voice trailed off as I turned slowly to stare at him. I put as much force into the stare as I could.
Hourim backed away a step and turned back toward our quarry as if he had said nothing.
Good. Questioning me would not be tolerated.
I turned back in time to watch Julius disappear back into his house. Tonight, we would strike.
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