C8 Avery

I brought Helga up the stairs with me and Darrius passed us in the hallway. His mood sour and wafted off him in waves. Plus blood darkened his shirt and pant leg.

“What happened?” I asked.

He waved a handful of knives at me. “Watch that 'ellion in there. She ‘ad these ‘idden in ‘er dress.”

Helga clicked her tongue. “Don’t blame the poor lass for defending herself