CHAPTER TWENTY ONE
It took Stephania a frustratingly long time to reach the docks. Part of it was that she still had flashes of pain every time she stretched her scars too much, enough that she was forced to stop and sort through the pouches she’d stolen from the healer, looking for herbs to ease the agony of it.
Part of it was the need to stick to the shadows and the side streets, pressing into every empty space that would hide her as she moved. Delos felt more dangerous now than it had been, and not just because of the way Felldust’s warriors swaggered their way along the streets, looking for trouble in a land that now ran according to Felldust’s rules, where the strongest took what they wanted.
More of it was because Stephania no longer knew the city the way she had. She’d spent year
