Chapter 9
SHE WENT TO THE MARKETPLACE, slowly ambling through the city on her way. She wasn’t in the mood to steal—she’d never really wanted to do it in the first place. It was only after she’d left home that she’d realized what it would mean to live on the streets.
But there was no other way. She had no way of earning honest money. She’d tried back then, she’d wanted a job. But she had no special skills. She only had her magic, and all the other fae had that, too. Nothing set her aside the way Blaze’s knowledge and being a tailor set him apart.
So, stealing it was. It was a pitiful existence, but she wanted to live.
Shawna wondered if Mr. Ward’s stall would be unmanned again. It had been some time since she’d stolen from him last, and maybe he would have dropped his guard a little. It
