Neen removed her dark hood, nodding at us silently as we walked through the empty marketplace. I looked, out of habit, at the dark shape of our unused silk stall. It would be abandoned now.
We had one last set of gates to get through—the ones at the entrance to the marketplace. They were not heavily guarded, not compared to the ones closer to Dashski’s manor, but we could not afford to be caught. Bruni’s plan relied on us getting far from the manor and ideally out of Veir Dasha before anyone knew we were missing, else they might search the whole city. Therefore, even if this final bit was easier, it was just as crucial as the initial escape. We huddled behind a coffee cart, one I had visited a few times during my stay in the market.
“What do we do now?” Neen whispered. I felt a brief sen
