“Have you ever shoved the false?”
“Money?”
“Yes.”
“Never.”
“Would you?”
“I don’t know. It’s dangerous.”
“Are you a coward then?”
“I didn’t say I wouldn’t be tempted. I’m just pointing out that the punishment can be a rope around one’s neck. Not something I take lightly. Still, if there’s profit to be made…”
Nell stood and moved behind me, She put a hand on my shoulder, and I felt her breath fan my neck. Her other hand came in to view, and I saw it held a small knife. The point now prodded my throat. “Here!” I cried.
“If you are with us, my love, you’ll find ample profit,” she whispered in my ear. “Should you betray us—“
I seized her wrist and pushed the knife away. “Profit is ample incentive. I don’t need threats.”
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