Dominic Arnold
"How much longer are you going to do this?" Cain Beckham slams a beer down on the bar.
"Do what?"
"This." He sits down on a bar stool and points at Jasmine, who's down in the pit serving mixed drinks. "Keeping her at a distance?"
"Fuck." Dominic takes a swig of the beer. "She was spying on us, all of us."
"Yeah. She was. But from what you said, and from what I can ascertain, she didn't know about the masquerade. She thought the clans were nothing more than remnants of Indian tribes. Hell, her father and brothers were lying to her. They were using her. So if anyone's angry, it should be her."
"She played me to get information for Adam Lanka."