*Sterling*
Later, leaning back in my coach, I slip my thumb into my waistcoat pocket and smile. My pocket watch is missing. Her taking of it is a clear invitation, if I have ever received one. I am looking forward to accepting it.
*Frannie*
Sitting in a chair beside the bed with the lamp turned low, I watch as Jimmy sleeps. Poor lad. I am familiar enough with Sykes to know that Jimmy worries about retribution if he doesn’t return to his mentor. Sykes had been a bully as a lad, and he is a monster as an adult. He cares for no one save himself, and while I have not seen him since I was twelve, I walk the rookeries often enough in my search for orphans to hear stories about him. he is not one to cross.
I slip my hand into my pocket and withdraw Greywind’s watch. I want to see him again, a
