“Where are you touching -- unhand me!” Borislava demanded, slapping the hands of the guard off her back.
“What? No, no, nothing like that. I am searching you for weapons,” the guard said, quite defensively.
“You already took my weapons! Now, you wish to take my dignity?!”
“Nut no!” the guard immediately said, flinching away. “You are but a little girl.”
“Then you will unhand me!” Borislava said again, flinching away from him.
It had been embarrassing, being captured like they were.
Jack had been in danger in the past, and at times, felt very lost, but that defeat was an altogether new sensation. He was soaked and freezing as he walked out of the overflowing river bank, utterly caught red-handed being an enemy of the city. With the cumbersome backpack full of books, Lateef hadn’t eve
