19
The door of the cell opened with a slow groan and Higgs hesitated at the threshold, suddenly wary, watching the bundle of rags on the floor.
‘She didn’t sound dangerous. Cocky, maybe.’
He peered back up the dark corridor in the direction the guards had gone, then crawled inside. ‘May as well get on with it.’
Now that his mind was made up, he moved quickly, hurrying over to the feet of the figure sprawled out on the ground and poking gingerly at it.
‘Uh … hello?’
Nothing. His fingers might have touched a thigh or calf, but it was hard to be sure inside the rough bundle of cloth covering her. He grabbed the edge of the covering, slowly sliding it free.
As her head came free of the coverings, a wave of vertigo washed over him and he reared backward, almost falling over onto the ston
