Chapter 42
We ran.
Through backstreets, alleys, and, at one point, a vegetable market where I may or may not have tripped over a cabbage.
"Laine, where are we going?" I spoke.
He skidded around a corner, almost colliding with a confused cat-man. "Back to the inn?"
I almost laughed. Almost. "Donald knows where we're staying, remember? He stole Vorrak right from under my nose."
Vorrak, currently rattling around in his cage at my hip, muttered, "Worst kidnapping of my life, by the way."
"Laine," I said as we turned another corner, "we can't hide there. He'll find us faster than you can say 'non-refundable deposit'."
Speaking of deposits…
"My money!" Laine wailed, suddenly running faster. "I paid for a week!"
Priorities, Laine. Priorities.
