Chapter 089
SEBASTIAN
Pete and I practically stumbled out of the kitchen, our pockets bulging with stolen treats.
I had pastries stuffed in both jacket pockets, a bag of biscuits clutched in one hand, and somehow Pete had managed to balance three meat pies in his arms whilst also carrying a cloth bundle filled with sweets.
"This is ridiculous," I laughed, trying to adjust the weight in my pockets without dropping anything. "We look like thieves."
"We are thieves," Pete grinned back at me. "Very successful thieves. Cook's going to be furious when she realizes half her morning baking is gone."
We made it out of the main building and into the courtyard. The morning sun was warm on my face, and for a moment, I felt almost normal.
Like I was just a regular guard having fun with his fr
