Chapter Four
I warm my hands on the sides of the mug, trying not to bounce my leg up and down or do anything else that'll draw attention to me and make it obvious how nervous I am. But being out in the open is taking its toll on me. I'd rather be at the Black Fan keeping safe and out of the way until the attack on the cage fights closer to dawn.
It turns out waiting isn't my strong suit. Especially not when I'm supposed to be facilitating a meeting between someone who shouldn't be in the city at all, and the leader of the resistance. Catherine isn't exactly the least conspicuous of people in her stunning dresses and formal airs. She'll draw the attention of everyone in the coffee shop the moment she enters.
And I'm waiting for her like a sitting duck. It doesn't help that I'm doing it o
