Andrew replied calmly, "Go ahead and name your price! Of course, you could also choose not to tell me. Worst case, I'll just find someone else, like Mr. Augustus Cabrera, for instance. You're not the only one in the City of Hope who can give me what I need."

Petyr's expression darkened immediately. "You seem to know quite a bit about the City of Hope. Augustus and I are bitter rivals, and I'd much rather keep a fighter like you on my side. Help me escort a shipment out of the city and ensure it arrives safely at its destination. In exchange, I'll provide you with the information you want."

Andrew nodded. "Deal."

Petyr's face registered obvious surprise. "You're not worried I might be deceiving you? That this could be a trap?"

Andrew smiled, though his expression was cold as ice. "Not at all. Because this big guy in my hands will make sure anyone who tries to play games with me loses their head."

Petyr snorted and said, "Reginald was ambushed by the werewolf Dark Lord, Kaelan Soros