Raizo suddenly breaks into a chuckle. “That I do! That I do.” His gaze slides to me, and he beckons me forward with a quick flick of his fingers.
When I don’t immediately approach, one of his men grabs me by the arm, turns me, and shoves me forward toward Bearded Man.
“I could offer a significant reduction in fees in exchange for…” Raizo scans my body, which instantly makes my skin crawl. “A slight delay in handing this one over. To ensure she meets your standards, of course.”
Bearded Man’s face twists into something that’s half-scowl, half-bemused smile. “If you didn’t do your ‘quality check’ before the sale, that’s your problem. Not mine.”
The host’s smile wavers on Raizo’s face for a quick moment. Then he sighs, nods his assent, and snaps something in Japanese to the man who shoved
