“Innocence has no place between people like us,” Yikes said, eyes fixed on the glass in his hands instead of Sophia. With a flick of his wrist the whisky was at his lips and down his throat, the empty glass clinking against the desk as he set it down.
They were alone this time, no soldiers waiting in the shadows to snap her neck if a wrong move was made, no murder friends dragged across the floorboards as leverage, it made her wonder if Yikes was perhaps starting to trust her.
“People like is are never innocent,” he continued. “Fate knew us too well to ever let that be true.”