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“Two hundred and fifty thousand,” she deadpanned at him and was pleased to see his eyes bulge at the sum, “for Bloodbath.”
His expression sank, “you want Bloodbath?” He sounded bewildered.
“I do,” Kaia answered flatly, “I’ve seen her fight in recordings. She would be excellent security against Headhunters. I’ve had trouble with those.”
He nodded grimly, “I’ve heard.”
She sat forward in her chair and narrowed her eyes on him, daring him to bring it up, “I need new security people. Preferably of the deadly sort. Which is why I am interested in that particular slave.”
Brenog shot to his feet, “but she ain’t mine to sell. She’s a Pit Fighter.”
Kaia got to her feet too, “then you get them to sell her to me, and I will make sure that fifty thousand Cen goes directly to you. After all, you are the dealer here, aren’t you?” She goaded. It usually worked when she needed it to, like now.
As she hoped, he was offended instantly, “of course I am!”
She pushed, “then get them to sell her to me.”
“It’s Bloodbath! She’s their powerhouse! They won’t do it.”
“You don’t know that.”
Still, he argued, “Folks is coming from all over just to watch her fight. She’s bringing in a ton of Cen.”
( © 2021 D. Starr.)
From: The Books of Breva: The Warrior in the Pit, Chapter 1.
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