Chapter 28: Sneak Thief

What blankets there were in the House of Civius were thin and somewhat scratchy. I can remember straining at them in every direction, battling to keep myself covered and warm. It never really worked. The few children who slept soundly were, I imagined, used to it. Looking back on it now, I cannot help but wonder if they weren’t used to worse on the streets or wherever they had come from. A seeming eternity after Vekaya’s promise to help Caedrus and I escape, a storm rocked Hammercleft. It was the sort of storm that destroyed old houses. Lightning boomed, rattling windows and teeth. Rain fell in an unrelenting cascade, as if the blue of the sky had become a black ocean and fallen upon the streets of the city. And what was worse, I smelled iron.

My swallowed my suspicion. Vekaya takes beatings for other children, and we are in a city that has a million different reasons to smell like iron. Do not be ridiculous. There isn’t time for it, I thought.