Chapter 7; Sly Wicked Thing

THRYSTAN

I struggled to maintain my focus during breakfast the next morning, my thoughts consumed by the mysterious girl I encountered at the Wreath. The one who deftly pilfered Nerys' dagger right under my nose. Was it a calculated move on her part, or simply a spur-of-the-moment decision when she stumbled into my arms?

At first, I mistook her for one of the typical women who frequented the Wreath, seeking attention and affection from anyone willing to provide it. But there was something different about her—an air of cunning that set her apart from the rest. She wasn't here for idle flattery; she had a plan, and she executed it flawlessly.

I couldn't shake the image of her petite frame pressed against mine, her mischievous grin hinting at secrets yet to be revealed. I can't get the sly wicked thing out of my head.

"It's quite the spectacle to have you join us for breakfast, but perhaps you could acknowledge our existence," Daelan's whispered remark jolted me from my reverie.

I glance