CHAPTER 20
Rasheed was less than gentle. He firmly gripped his fingernails into the back of my arm and push-led me through the streets. Embarrassed, I dropped my eyes whenever someone walked past us. Anna stepped ahead and held open a swinging door to a tavern I’d never heard of.
The place was dimly lit by small torches on the walls and lanterns on the ends of the bar-top. Finding a vacant table in a corner, Rasheed dropped me into a chair.
I rubbed my arm and furrowed my brow. “What was that for?”
“I had to get you off the street,” he said, his eyes scanning the faces of those inside the tavern. We looked too suspicious not to be noticed by everyone. I had to think this went against Rasheed’s main rule of blending in. “You were coming unwound. I couldn’t have you making a scene.”
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