He couldn’t fathom it. Reaver had expected at least some kind of fight for the deed of the house, and yet, for all intents and purposes, it was already his. He had barely seen Sparrow since the incident with the snow globe, and even then it was briefly, the man never being anything less than polite. A quick sojourn down into Bloodstone had revealed some interesting facts, the foremost being that while every whore, male and female alike, all practically swooned at the mere mention of Sparrow’s name, not one had experienced how he performed in the bedroom. A second, slightly more irritating discovery came in finding that Sparrow owned every building and shop in the town, and charged far lower rents than Reaver ever had. No one was afraid of him, that much was clear, but they respected him, and Reaver found that it grated somewhat to hear the man spoken of so warmly. As of yet, however, his mind wasn’t on reclaiming the town. He had other, more troubling thoughts to deal with.

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