CHAPTER 6
Well, that was a bit of a mess. Rory had acted on instinct, and now she wished she had stayed up on the roof. Nothing good ever came out of meddling in other people’s business, but she hated seeing an underdog get beaten up, especially by a guard. And that man, with his obvious fear of blood, was an underdog and no mistake about it.
“Us runts gotta stick together,” she murmured.
Still, she wasn’t sure what to do now, so she decided that, as with everything, it was best to go back to basics.
She checked the guard’s pockets.
No point letting a nice purse go to waste after all, and a very nice purse it was. She pulled the rapier out from the guard’s stomach and wiped the blade on his uniform. The sword was beautiful, more beautiful than anything she had ever seen. The basket wa
