He paused at the door.
"Failure would be... unfortunate. For all of us. I trust you understand the consequences of disappointing someone with my connections and resources."
It was a clear threat wrapped in polite language.
Mara bowed deeply.
"Yes, my lord. I understand completely. I will not disappoint you. The mother will be prepared and willing by tomorrow."
"Excellent," the robed figure replied, satisfaction clear in his voice. "I look forward to it."
He moved to the far door, which opened for him automatically, then closed behind him with a soft sound.
For several seconds after his departure, nobody moved.
Then Mara took a huge breath—deep, shuddering, like someone who'd been holding their breath underwater and finally broke the surface. Her shoulders sagged, and she held herself against the table where the three pouches of diamonds sat.
