"My daughter is absolutely right. Who do you street rats think you are, barging in here and acting like you have any right to speak? Trespassing is illegal—you want to end up in jail?" Seraphine's mother snapped, her voice sharp and imperious.
As a wealthy socialite perched at the very top of society, she was clearly furious that a group of what she deemed uncultured lowlifes dared disturb her peace.
She labeled them "uncultured" because, in her eyes, she was well-acquainted with nearly every notable figure in Blackreach's upper class.
Viper technically belonged to that same elite circle, but she much preferred the underworld. Mafia life suited her better. Lavish parties and extravagant banquets? Too boring. Too fake.
For her, beating people up, loan-sharking, drug trafficking, and organ smuggling were far more thrilling.
Her subordinates weren't exactly scholars, true—but they weren't idiots either. Most of them had at least some form of education.
