“You know we’re being followed, Right?” Will said.
Oh, yes. I know.
“Think she’s beautiful?” Garix asked.
Will looked at him and then looked at him again, this time as though he’d been slapped. “I thought it was a man!” He ascertained his friend wasn’t jesting. “If that’s a woman she’s well-versed.”
“Very.” Garix agreed.
“I’ve barely heard her.”
“I haven’t either, but I can smell her. A woman. Likely a beautiful one.” Garix added.
“What does a pretty one smell like?” Will asked in awe.
Garix spared him only a cursory glance. “Like a woman.”
Garix watched the willowy figure walking through the tavern. Chaos thrummed around them in a pulsing rhythm. Robust voices rose in drunken conversations. Tankards were slammed together and sloshed ale over meaty hands. Well-known the tavern was always crammed to the fullest, brawny men pulling buxom women onto their laps.
But this figure walked through the tavern, hood lowered over her face.
Not the healthy rounded stature of the barkeep’s wife and daughters but short and slender. As if sensing his gaze, her hood turned and he felt her assessing him.
Meeting her gaze from the shadows he watched her purposeful approach. One dainty hand gripped both sides of her cloak, holding them together.
Next to him Will whispered. “She’s spotted you my friend. It’s amazing no one else has made her yet.”
Garix gave a grudging nod of agreement. Willing his face slack as though without a fully formed jaw. Drool seeped from the corner of his mouth and one bleary eye quivered.
The woman slapped her pale hands on the round table, causing the poorly made thing to jostle. Nearly throwing their half-full tankards.
“I know who you are.” Her voice was smooth and filled with rage.
Rage I didn’t earn. He focused on the face beyond the hood. Too dark.
Her features were impossible to discern.
“Garix here doesn’t speak well, miss.” Will came to his rescue. “He had an accident when we was young and-”
“I’m no fool!” She snapped. Throwing her head back forced the hood of her cloak to fall. Unleashing a riot of burgundy red curls. In a rough jerking motion, she tore the laces holding the cloak and it fell away revealing her naked body.