Sonya
The day started great as I stepped out of my little abode and headed to the coffee shop I had worked tirelessly to set up in Moonville.
The air was crisp, laced with the faint sweetness of morning dew and the tang of roasted coffee beans drifting from my shop’s polished glass doors.
I had opened only yesterday, and though business was modest, the sight of people filtering in, clutching steaming mugs, filled me with a sense of triumph.
Finally Freedom and Independence.
Or so I thought.
I adjusted my cloak, pulling the hood low as I crossed the narrow street.
My gaze swept over the area the way it always did, measuring, scanning for threats.
Erick’s men were thorough; if they were ever to track me here, it wouldn’t be because I wasn’t cautious. But then, just as my hand re
