5,000 RANMYAS.

“That’s…unfortunate,” Amaranthe said. “I thought Sicarius and I were the only ones with bounties. And Maldynado, I suppose, if you can count his two-hundred-and-fifty ranmya one as a legitimate incentive. He’ll be envious of you now.”

She smiled, trying to cheer him, he sensed. It did not work. All he could think about was that he had waited too long. He had stayed with Amaranthe out of a sense of honor and obligation, but someone had noticed him in the company of outlaws, and now he was one. No walking away and finding a new job after all. Not unless he left the empire completely, and, even then, he would have to worry his whole life, watching his back for globetrotting bounty hunters.

“I’m sorry,” Amaranthe said softly. “I know you were thinking of leaving. This will make things difficult if you choose that route.”

“Yes,” was all he said as he stared at the page.

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