Personal Log of Octavia E. Pye
Thursday, February 25
Forenoon Watch: Eight Bells
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“Let me see if I have all this straight.” A rough hand shoved me forward, accompanied by the smell of stale garlic and old ale, and a rougher voice. “Forward, you lot! You’ve got a date with the emperor, you have!”
I ignored the snickers of the men lining the dank, dimly lit passage, and thought furiously.
“You and Jack, in an attempt to rescue me from the gallows, were having s*x in a hallway.”
“It was a secret passageway, not a hallway,” I corrected Jack’s sister before continuing to try to come up with some sort of plan.
“You and Jack were having s*x in a secret passageway in the mistaken belief that this would somehow save me from being killed?”
“It was part of our plan,” I said, stumblin
