"Are you sure?"
"Of course," she replied, ever-watchful as she gazed out the window onto the cold, lifeless land of white. Lilith could feel the heat of his eyes on her turned backside, and she tilted her neck, listening to it crack before she faced him. "I believe the question is directed at yourself, sir," she said, watching him carefully as his face changed in the slightest.
"This isn't a game," he replied quietly, approaching several steps towards where she stood.
"Then what is it?" she asked him.
He gave her no answer, and Lilith allowed a cold smile to ghost onto her face, "Give me the money," she said, holding out her hand, palm open for the coins.
"I expect the job to be finished in three days hence," he told her, his voice clipped, betraying his mistrust. Lilith did not respond as he dropped the leather bag of coins into her palm, and she brushed passed him with a smile.
"Remember, Lilith," he called after her, "This is no game; fail me and I'll have you killed," he threatened.
"You can try," was her response, as she slipped from the man's home and out into the darkness.
