11
A constant rain fell on the crowded rooftops of Sontair, streams of water running together to rush down gutters and ageing pipework, sudden openings high in the walls sending thick waterfalls of oily rainwater splashing down onto the cobbled streets below.
Daemi stepped around one such overflow, shaking drips from her hair—the result of an earlier outpouring that had caught her unawares. ‘A little heads-up would be appreciated,’ she muttered under her breath, peering through the rain to the rooftops high above. A flash of movement told her the cat was still scouting ahead, making use of its sure footing on the slippery tiles.
Another. Just ahead. On your right.
The voice bloomed in her mind and Daemi stepped out and around another potential soaking, swinging her cloak back from her
