CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Etta felt eyes on her as she made her way back to the palace; bow firmly clutched in her hand. She didn't understand why Alex was so attached to the thing. She'd only ever used them for hunting. For fighting, a bow and arrow were no good. She'd rather be in the middle of the fray rather than taking down enemies from afar.
She wondered if her father would tell her she'd lost her objective, entrenching herself so far into the Durand household. But that was her job, wasn't it?
Someone moved in an alley to her left and she suddenly wished she had arrows to go with the bow. She walked closer to the alley, leaning the bow against the side of the building to free her hands. She opted to draw her dagger instead of her sword.
As she rounded the side of the shop, someone moved
