52 – STRANGE VISITOR
DAMON
I pushed open the door to my cabin and wandered inside and went straight to the mini bar and took an unopened bottle of Scotch and set it down on the table before dropping into my seat.
My knuckles were dripping blood along the polished wood floor all the way to where I was sitting.
Hmmm, most of those people were not common thugs, I thought.
The scarred man and a few others, yes but not all.
I recognized their fighting style, those were guards assigned to high borns.
What were some high born guards doing with some street thugs and coming to harass me on my way back home?
Whoever it was that was after Rebekka and wanted to see me was a high born?
Hmmm, this was getting interesting, here I was thinking they were all working for some local nobody, how wro
