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swinging netting with practiced ease and came to stand at the counter. He was short, with finger-length black hair pulled into a terrible comb-over. Small beady black eyes blinked rapidly as he woke himself up. He eyed Ferro up and down for a second before his attention swung to her.
“No,” he said quickly in heavily accented English. “No her.” He pointed at Ferro. “You okay. No her.”
Ferro bristled and she tried to hold him back, but he slipped from her grasp and approached the counter. The size difference between the two became more apparent as Ferro towered over the man even as he leaned across the counter.
She didn’t want anymore violence. There had been enough for that night. All she wanted to do was sleep.
But Ferro didn’t do anything more than physically intimidate the man. He shoved his hand into a pocket, removing a wallet stuffed with bills. The innkeeper’s eyes bulged at the sight of so many green and white bills. Ferro removed several marked $100 and laid them out in a row in front of the man.
“She okay.” Ferro didn’t ask a question, but instead stated the obvious. If the man wanted the money, he had to let Ana stay.
The man nodded and went for the money. Ferro’s hand slapped down on the counter faster than she could blink.
“She. Okay,” he repeated again, his voice pure unyielding steel.
“She okay,” the innkeeper said jerkily in his broken English.
Ferro removed his hand and the money disappeared even faster than Ferro had moved. She blinked at the greediness, trying to stifle a smile. Ferro had likely given him several years’ worth of income in the local currency for one night.
He looks angry, but really he’s a big softy at heart. She smiled, moving next to him as they followed the man upstairs. Ferro hadn’t needed to give the man nearly as much money as he had to secure themselves a room for the evening. But he had.
There were two doors per side. He led them to the first door on the right. Ferro stopped him as he pulled out a key-ring.
“No. This one,” he said, pointing to the next door.
The innkeeper started to protest, but Ferro simply held out another crisp bill. The small man hesitated for a second, then nodded and snatched the currency, moving to the door Ferro had pointed at.
“Why did you do that?” she murmured, her voice pitched so low that only Ferro with his excellent shifter hearing would pick it up.
“I have seen more violence than I care to,” he said heavily. “I would rather make someone happy to get my way, if possible.”
She sensed that he wasn’t just talking about the events of the past little while. There was more to it than that. She knew he’d had some troubles with his son Luthor before even showing up that night. Yet that didn’t account for everything she was picking up.
The innkeeper pushed the door open and ushered them in. He said something fast in the local language, bowed his head, and backed out into the hallway beyond, closing the door as he went.
“Why do I get the feeling you’re talking about more than just tonight when you say that?” she asked, resuming their line of conversation.
“Did I sound that bad?” he asked, exploring their little room.
“Mm-hmm,” she said, glancing around their accommodations for the night.
The room was small. The roof slanted downward away from the door, ending only four or so feet from the floor. The bed was on that side, a small affair that would be very cozy for whichever one of them ended up on it. She had a feeling Ferro would try to sleep on the floor, but she had every intent of fighting him on that.
To the left of the door was the adjoining wall, though she could hear no sounds of anyone occupying it. There was a table up against the wall to on her right, and an open closet with drawers occupied the end wall past the bed. Overall, it wasn’t worth a fraction of what they had paid, but it would do.
“I have…seen things,” Ferro said after a moment of pause.
“No,” he said quickly in heavily accented English. “No her.” He pointed at Ferro. “You okay. No her.”
Ferro bristled and she tried to hold him back, but he slipped from her grasp and approached the counter. The size difference between the two became more apparent as Ferro towered over the man even as he leaned across the counter.
She didn’t want anymore violence. There had been enough for that night. All she wanted to do was sleep.
But Ferro didn’t do anything more than physically intimidate the man. He shoved his hand into a pocket, removing a wallet stuffed with bills. The innkeeper’s eyes bulged at the sight of so many green and white bills. Ferro removed several marked $100 and laid them out in a row in front of the man.
“She okay.” Ferro didn’t ask a question, but instead stated the obvious. If the man wanted the money, he had to let Ana stay.
The man nodded and went for the money. Ferro’s hand slapped down on the counter faster than she could blink.
“She. Okay,” he repeated again, his voice pure unyielding steel.
“She okay,” the innkeeper said jerkily in his broken English.
Ferro removed his hand and the money disappeared even faster than Ferro had moved. She blinked at the greediness, trying to stifle a smile. Ferro had likely given him several years’ worth of income in the local currency for one night.
He looks angry, but really he’s a big softy at heart. She smiled, moving next to him as they followed the man upstairs. Ferro hadn’t needed to give the man nearly as much money as he had to secure themselves a room for the evening. But he had.
There were two doors per side. He led them to the first door on the right. Ferro stopped him as he pulled out a key-ring.
“No. This one,” he said, pointing to the next door.
The innkeeper started to protest, but Ferro simply held out another crisp bill. The small man hesitated for a second, then nodded and snatched the currency, moving to the door Ferro had pointed at.
“Why did you do that?” she murmured, her voice pitched so low that only Ferro with his excellent shifter hearing would pick it up.
“I have seen more violence than I care to,” he said heavily. “I would rather make someone happy to get my way, if possible.”
She sensed that he wasn’t just talking about the events of the past little while. There was more to it than that. She knew he’d had some troubles with his son Luthor before even showing up that night. Yet that didn’t account for everything she was picking up.
The innkeeper pushed the door open and ushered them in. He said something fast in the local language, bowed his head, and backed out into the hallway beyond, closing the door as he went.
“Why do I get the feeling you’re talking about more than just tonight when you say that?” she asked, resuming their line of conversation.
“Did I sound that bad?” he asked, exploring their little room.
“Mm-hmm,” she said, glancing around their accommodations for the night.
The room was small. The roof slanted downward away from the door, ending only four or so feet from the floor. The bed was on that side, a small affair that would be very cozy for whichever one of them ended up on it. She had a feeling Ferro would try to sleep on the floor, but she had every intent of fighting him on that.
To the left of the door was the adjoining wall, though she could hear no sounds of anyone occupying it. There was a table up against the wall to on her right, and an open closet with drawers occupied the end wall past the bed. Overall, it wasn’t worth a fraction of what they had paid, but it would do.
“I have…seen things,” Ferro said after a moment of pause.
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