The Docks

The swoosh of the guildhall door opening was followed by a loud bang as it shut. Whoever it was, was alone and my guess it was an angry Alejo. I stood and swept out the door of Kysandre's room.

Alejo was taking the stairs two at a time. He saw me and said, "Bring her downstairs."

She squealed when my arms slid underneath, and I cradled her in my arms. "Stay still," I said. "You're still recovering."

"I can walk," she said but I held her tight. She sighed and put an arm over my shoulder before I brought her down the stairs.

She peered at the blood stained floor where she was stabbed, and I put her down on a comfy couch.

Alejo paced and all eyes were on him. "I think …," he said. "We should go to the docks and see if we can get you all on a boat. If the fisherfolk take you then they'll know it's by her choice."

"What?" she said.

He stared at her. "The best way is to get you out of the city."