Chapter 16, Rachel Morris:
Rachel took to sleeping under the walkway that surrounded the training pit. She made a deal with the cooks to watch her back while she slept. It seemed many of the men who trained at the magistrate’s compound didn’t appreciate her sense of humor.
The man she started the fight with in Cliffside, his leg wasn’t healing well. She found it hard to believe a lowly teamster had so many friends, but one of them snuck word into the facility, putting a price on her head, or more specifically, her leg.
Two nights ago, she woke with a strange man in her room, ready to slice her Achilles tendon. Thank goodness no alcohol was allowed at the facility, or she might be walking with a permanent limp. Her barefoot connected square on the intruder’s nose, flattening it over his
