A large rat sat in the middle of the floor, sizing up Keelan with a cocky, jaundiced stare. She grabbed the empty ale bottle and cracked the bottom against the brick wall. It shattered, leaving a long shard protruding from the bottle’s neck. Ha! She had a handy blade now.
“Come any closer, you bloody rat, and I’ll have you for my supper.” She picked up a piece of glass and threw it at the filthy creature, causing it to scurry into the shadows of the far wall.
youmyScuffing footsteps outside the cell door broke the quiet, and she tossed the blanket over her new weapon.
“Slow down, Orvis. It’s dark on these steps.”
Orvis was back, and he had brought a friend. She wrinkled her nose. By the stench, neither had bathed in quite a while and at least one, if not both, had been drinking. They c
