Siobhan: Month 9, Day 28, 1:00 a.m.
For once, Siobhan felt grateful that the average person was such an imbecile, and that the coppers, even in a big city like Gilbratha, were no exception. She looked out of an alley behind the inn, tugging down the hood of the ratty cloak she had stolen to ensure it still covered her features. Shed been watching for a while, shivering in the dark. She needed to be sure the ambush theyd set could not snap shut around her. They were positioned at the...
Published on April 14, 2020 14:44