He gives me a crooked grin. “Damn. Get
me out of here now.”
“I’m trying.”
I don’t know exactly how I’m going to
do that yet. I hold his hand, his fingers curled around mine, and
sit down on the ground, my back to the fence. He sits down on the
other side, his back against mine, and lets me think. How long the
guards will be out of sight, I don’t know. If only I could think of
some way to cut through the fence and get to them. I don’t know how
I’m going to get him out.
I just have a few items with me, no
big armory to scare the guards with, nothing to threaten them into
giving back what’s mine. Nothing to barter with, either: the
diamonds are gone, and I’m sure they don’t want anything else from
my knapsack. I consider doing what I told Nuri I’d do, just walk up
to the front gate and demand my boy back—maybe it’ll surprise them,
they’ll have a good laugh and say sure, take him, just
because they like my spunk. But somehow I doubt it.
“You’ll think of