She paused, letting the silence hang in the air like a noose. It was obvious to everyone that there was an accusation in her words.
Leaning into Hades, she laughed softly and brushed her hair back. "It's strange because I know for a fact that we aren't in business with the Walden's. We've never signed a single trade agreement with you. So, tell me_ how did 'single-handedly' building a base involve so much of my inventory?"
Mark's smile faltered for a fraction of a second, his eyes flickering toward the stores they had just passed. The brilliant tour idea had just backfired, and for the first time since they arrived, the smugness in the air began to churn like sour rotting butter.
The tension in the air was so thick you could have sliced it with a combat knife. Mark Walden stood on the steps of the patched hotel, his chest puffed out like a peacock that had just realized its feathers were probably going to be plucked one by one.
