Caelan let out a short, sharp laugh. "She doesn't know anything. She's just a pretty face I picked up to make my story more believable." He leaned back in his chair, a deliberate, provocative move. "And even if she did know something, what are you going to do? Make a scene? In a place like this?" He gestured to the rough, dangerous-looking patrons who were now watching their little drama unfold with a keen, predatory interest. "I don't think your employer would appreciate the attention."
"He has a point," the silver-haired man rumbled, though his tone was laced with a grudging reluctance.
The woman's emerald eyes narrowed, a flicker of frustration in their depths.
