Sairis's POV
Sairis glanced in that direction. The man was still watching him. Of course he was, this time with a half smile.
Sairis looked back at the key, then at the barmaid. "I am not interested." He muttered.
She shrugged lightly. "Then tell him yourself. I'm only the messenger." She muttered.
Sairis said nothing, as she cleared the other table, and walked away.
He left the key where it was and continued to drink. If he ignored the man long enough, the man would get the message that he wasn't interested, and leave him be.
But the voices behind him continued.
"House Taal will not survive this if it goes wrong," someone said.
"They never do." Sairis whispered.
Fuck this!
Without thinking, he reached for the key, stared at it for a moment, and then picked it up. Before he could change his mind, he stood and walked toward the stairs.
He did not look back.
