"What did you say?" Isis said in utter disbelief, her body shaking with rage as she slowly turned to Justinian. The man stared at her, casually cutting a slice of an apple and popping it into his mouth.
"Was it not clear? It is nothing personal, my dear, but things are getting out of control. The people need an outlet, and the lie that caused everything is a great chip. Do not worry." He struggled to hide his laugh of contempt for the people he spoke about. "They are not me. They won't sell you into slavery."
"You are a sick man," Isis replied, unconcerned about hiding her contempt, seeing that Justinian had already made up his mind to use her life as a bargaining chip to ease the tensions with the revolting people in the city. "Can I ask you a question?" Moving toward her satchel hanging on the chair, she leaned against it, inching closer, ready to grab the crossbow Seth had made. "No two questions."
"Be my guest."
