"Why are you suddenly interested in the black market?" Redmond asked Cane with a frown between his brows, but his eyes were fixed on Iris, who was busy wringing the hem of her wet dress. She crouched down. She didn't seem interested in the conversation whatsoever. She was there only because she was called here.
"Unless you can go through winter without food, you can start talking now." Cane glanced at Iris, who was in her own world, but then focused back on the matter at hand.
"I can go through the winter just fine." Redmond shrugged his shoulders. There was no way there was anyone who could go through winter without food, but he was not in the mood to help Cane in any way.
Cane looked at how obstinate he was and because he didn't pledge his loyalty to him, there was nothing he could do except to kill him, but then it would cause a riot within the ranks of people under him.
"Okay."
Okay?
