a start

"What is the plan?"

"Why do we always have to have a plan?"

The two sisters glared at each other. Dorea was three hours older and three inches taller. Cornix had broken her nose twice before she was twelve. But they were both grey-eyed with black hair and olive skin. Dorea would call them both determined. Cornix would say they were too fucking stubborn for their own good. Either way, the two sisters had a bounty to collect.

Dorea looked away, shook her head. "We should have brought Lysander."

"Only so he'd side with you then whine until I relented."

"We need a third."

"Bullshit. If I know his name, I can kill him."

"How do you figure?"

"Nothing shames a man like being called his full name in a stern voice."

Dorea smiled. "Makes him feel like a child."

"Exactly."

"Not much of a plan, but enough for a start."