laqueusKinza avoided touching the laqueus and dug out a small bone knife, just small enough that she could stuff into her back pocket. She left the larger daggers in the bag and grabbed a black zip-up hoodie that was lying at the bottom. It came down halfway to her knees when she put it on, but the hood was deep enough to conceal her hair and most of her face. On the off chance that the two assassins followed them, she didn’t want them to find her so easily. Maybe they wouldn’t recognize her.
laqueus “No,” Haris said. “Absolutely no. Put those back and sit down.”
“I’m just going to go and take a look. I won’t get in the way. I’ll stay by other people, so I don’t stand out—”
“You look like a hooligan! Just stay in the truck.”
“I’ll be right back. You watch the truck,” she said and hoppe
