Erin Starlance
The clock read 9:10 PM. The operation on the Black Market, led by Lord Raphael and Chinatsu, should have already begun. Meanwhile, Renald, our team, and I were preparing for our part of the plan — infiltrating the brothel.
Our task wasn't all that different from Raphael's. The only real distinction was that, unlike my lord, Renald wouldn't be posing as a victim. Quite the opposite — he was to appear as a nobleman, a man accustomed to luxury, power, and impunity. His demeanor, his gaze, even the way he held his wine glass had to convince everyone around him that he was someone influential, someone who could afford anything.
