Chapter 8 Bottle Street Bird's NestCasimir and Shainé zip around the pleasant Virid Ward at a tenacious pace, trying to make their way across the city to the Bottle Street lair. A large cloud of rain cloud broke through the street and washed the street. On the edge of the ward, they encountered a battered Chauniman with a rickety cart, and Shainé said a few words with the tip of the man's tongue, hitching a ride under his tarp. The cart smelled of old hay and cheap packing wood, but it was dry.
Casimir shook the rain off her hands.
" I swear by the time this is all done, if we don't die or get arrested, I'll be the fittest person I've been in years. Your pace is horrible, Shai."
He wiped his forehead with his sleeve, which was almost wet. Shane ignored the water droplets running down he
