You repay the debt,” he said. “That should be more than enough."

“What if I disagree? And what if, after all your trouble, I still say no?”

“I have ways to insist.”

“I have ways to decline.”

“You’ll pay one way or the other,” he said.

“In euros? Dollars? How much do I owe you?”

If he registered the sarcasm, he didn’t react to it. “You pay in the only currency that holds value to you,” he said. “You pay in innocent life.”


The words stung like a hard smack across the face and her eyes smarted as if she’d been physically struck. He should not know these things.


Casual indifference remained plastered on her face while deep below, in that hollow crevice where madness had lain dormant these last nine months, the slow, steady percussion of war tapped out, faint but perceptible.


“Which innocents?” she said.

He waved his hand with that dismissive gesture. “Innocents are innocents,” he said.
“Is one life really valued higher than another?”


From the fear bubbling to the surface, she instinctively knew. Knew that the only way a man in his position could gloat as if he owned her was if he held what she deemed most priceless.

Author: Taylor Stevens