Chapter 39

"I don't remember if you smoke or not, but it's yours anyway. Shit, after what you did to Coup, I should roll you two more," Scarleth joked, Coup scoffed but remained silent. Scarleth lit his own cigarette. "First, tell me the bad news. How many?"

"Too many," Blayse said. "We lost Harlin."

"That puts a damper on my good mood. He was a righteous man, innocent of his crimes. I'm a call Obsidian in here, have him make the boy bring in something stronger than this sugar water, can't mourn the dead sober. And we can't all go putting Lapis Lazuli in our eyes when we need to get something done," he directed his gaze towards me with enough smoke clouding his face to mimic the devil in hellfire. "Word travels, so I know a little about it, just wanted to weed out the lies. Be right back. Hopefully, my surprise will lighten the burden on your heart. I feel for you, I really do."