Nov 9, 2016 12:36 am
"Maybe you are right. I am not one for subtlety," Nulgha says, pulling Tomas to press against her. She whispers in his ear, "You know that well," then steps away, frowning. "I would present the facts before him and he would call more goons. But then what can I do? No one else will come. Nicastro will bluster and your father will strike back and the Guild will break apart and the city will riot and you will have to hide away and we will be apart until war takes us all."
Nulgha takes a deep breath. She looks into Tomas' eyes and drops to one knee. "Do what you can. Please. I have overreached. I... can't do everything I wish I could do. I will pen a letter to your father, you can give it to him and say it is from a thief who wants to remain anonymous."
What am I doing. Be strong. And mysterious. Right? Does he love me or just rebellion?
"I need your help."
Nulgha takes a deep breath. She looks into Tomas' eyes and drops to one knee. "Do what you can. Please. I have overreached. I... can't do everything I wish I could do. I will pen a letter to your father, you can give it to him and say it is from a thief who wants to remain anonymous."
What am I doing. Be strong. And mysterious. Right? Does he love me or just rebellion?
"I need your help."