This was just a little too easy. The worst thing that could happen was that I might trigger some alarm, and the sprinklers would wash away the makeup that hid my real, supernatural, wild face from sight. If I went into public without makeup- if any of us did- everyone would either stare in awe at our beauty or run from our wild eyes and savage expression.
I thanked God for being able to change eye color. If I went around with my turquoise eyes- yes, they were turquoise, and very bright, very wild, very supernatural, very beautiful- it would just be weird.
I tucked the book under my arm and walked casually toward the window. I undid the clasp and pushed the lower part of the window up. That was one of the advantages of the old-fashioned library- the windows could be opened. I slipped onto the thin ledge and swung my arms, one hand clutching the book.
It was only twenty feet to the ground. I stepped lightly into the air and dropped, landing with a very soft thud on the ground.
I cursed my CH for not being able to go faster, but I was in the woods in about five minutes. The alarms had clanged when I dropped from the window, but even though there was no sigh of pursuit, I took the long way, looping through miles of trees and skirting the lake.
"You got it?"
Tom melted out of the shadows. He had Sally and Jarred with him. Jarred. Why would Jarred, the leader of the Thieves' Guild, want to see if I had completed my mission?
I wordlessly handed the book over.
Sally smiled at me. "Did you raise the alarms? It's no good unless you set an alarm or two off."
"The alarms didn't seem to like me jumping from the window," I informed her.
Sally's wild laugh echoed off the trees.
"Good work," Jarred said, startling me. Then he turned to the shadows. "Take this agent to the dining room."
Two more members stepped out of the shadows and stood beside me. The 'dining room' was really just a few scattered chairs and an endless stream of food.
"Good work, Amaria," Jarred said. I thought that I was going to faint. The leader of the Thieves' Guild had called me an agent, but more than that, he had called me Amaria.
I thanked God for being able to change eye color. If I went around with my turquoise eyes- yes, they were turquoise, and very bright, very wild, very supernatural, very beautiful- it would just be weird.
I tucked the book under my arm and walked casually toward the window. I undid the clasp and pushed the lower part of the window up. That was one of the advantages of the old-fashioned library- the windows could be opened. I slipped onto the thin ledge and swung my arms, one hand clutching the book.
It was only twenty feet to the ground. I stepped lightly into the air and dropped, landing with a very soft thud on the ground.
I cursed my CH for not being able to go faster, but I was in the woods in about five minutes. The alarms had clanged when I dropped from the window, but even though there was no sigh of pursuit, I took the long way, looping through miles of trees and skirting the lake.
"You got it?"
Tom melted out of the shadows. He had Sally and Jarred with him. Jarred. Why would Jarred, the leader of the Thieves' Guild, want to see if I had completed my mission?
I wordlessly handed the book over.
Sally smiled at me. "Did you raise the alarms? It's no good unless you set an alarm or two off."
"The alarms didn't seem to like me jumping from the window," I informed her.
Sally's wild laugh echoed off the trees.
"Good work," Jarred said, startling me. Then he turned to the shadows. "Take this agent to the dining room."
Two more members stepped out of the shadows and stood beside me. The 'dining room' was really just a few scattered chairs and an endless stream of food.
"Good work, Amaria," Jarred said. I thought that I was going to faint. The leader of the Thieves' Guild had called me an agent, but more than that, he had called me Amaria.
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