with his abysmal ignorance of things beyond the walls of Darkov Castle, almost
anything seemed possible. But there were easier pickings in the taverns in the
r /> Trade City, if all they wanted was a bedwarmer.
For just a moment, he hesitated. Then he could not resist. He wanted to find out
what they were up to. Nico slipped through the crowd unnoticed, and went toward
the space between the two wagons. Then he leaned against one and bent over,
tugging at one of the laces on his boots, as if it had become undone and needed
to be retied. His cloak fell around him, concealing his movements. No one seemed
to be paying him the least attention, and he was relieved.
Nico's blood was pounding in his ears, and for a minute he could hear nothing
but the noises of his body. Why was he
