Heera suddenly felt like she had a mission to accomplish. No one had ever trusted her as much as Cane did to resolve a situation.
Actually, most people just considered her a problem they had to deal with, so they never approached her in the first place.
Canari sat at the edge of the merchant district, her hood pulled low as she sipped a bitter herbal drink.
She had been pretending to read through a stack of reports, but in truth, her attention drifted every few minutes toward the entrance of the square. She was waiting — though she told herself she wasn't.
She knew that Cane would send Heera here to contact her. So all she needed to do was wait for her.
He had said he needed her help. And despite the bad blood between them, Canari did want to help him out.
Minutes passed. Then an hour. She shifted, annoyed at herself for being this eager about something.
"Why am I even—"
