“So that’s how you did that knot.”
“What? Oh, yes.” Deline tightened up the last of the spell-rope knots around their would-be murderer with a yank.
“Do they teach that in spy training in the Empire?” Carrone shifted the blade he was holding so that it was in a slightly less threatening position against the assassin’s throat.
“That’s at least three assumptions.” She sat back and looked at the woman, who glared balefully at her over the thick gag of rag and socks. Dirty socks; Deline was not in a charitable mood.
“Hunh? I guess it is. Are you going to give her the—”
“Hsst.” She looked down at the woman. “You have three choices.” Continue reading