Barbara Mori Now Novels & Stories

“Master of Merchants.” “Baron,” I acknowledged with a nod. “Enjoying the show?” I motioned to the stage. “Your girl, Moira, seems to be setting the room on fire tonight.” Moira was once the infamous Blue Mask, one of Jolan Koll’s ten. Though no one knew that but me. She was also a succubus, and Baron James was obsessed with her. “Oh, yes, she is. But tonight, my eyes are on someone else.” The baron grinned, flushed. “The new girl. I tried to book her, but Sesora told me you were handling her personally.”

“Psst. Psst, come here. Please, I want to ask you something.” She looked behind her to see whether it was her I was calling and tapped her chest, Me? “Yes, you?” Then looked around before walking toward me. “What is it?” She walked over, and I lowered my voice. “Do you know where they took the Southern prisoners?” She looked around before answering. “I don't know, but I heard they’re somewhere beyond the old fortress.” “Beyond the old fortress?” I repeated. She nodded slowly. “That’s all I know. Some people say they’re in the old cells, but no one is allowed anywhere near that place.”