"I don't think it's a small request. Old Night doesn't make masks for just anyone. Besides, he won't even teach his own descendants how to make human-skin masks, let alone me."
Old Night studied her for a moment. Trading one mask for an enemy's life—nothing was more worthwhile to him than that.
"All right, I agree. When are you sending that person over?"
"In the next couple of days. I need to discuss it with the Seymour Family first. And I need you to keep it secret that I'm bringing someone here to trade with you, Old Night," Melody Thorne said. "Especially from that Councilman Gu—the one I'm aiming to take down now is him."
"Don't worry, I won't tell anyone." Old Night waved his hand, signaling everyone to leave.
"I must have scared you just now. Want to go out and have a couple of cups of my good tea?"
"No need. We'll head back first, we'll come visit another day," Jared Quinn said.
