Gem and Jordel watched from the alley’s mouth. Looking back over her shoulder, she saw their eyes glinting in torchlight and gave them a small smile of assurance, though she felt little for herself. Loren only hoped this scheme would work. Nothing felt more important than saving Annis from Xain’s clutches, and as quickly as possible. The girl had suffered too much already, standing for a lifetime in her mother’s shadow. Now Loren had brought her to this. If anything should happen to her . . . She pushed that thought aside, reached the dock, and slipped carefully downstairs towards the boat. She could not hear her footfalls for the gurgling river and creaking boat lines. Step by step, she slid along the wooden planks, searching for any sign of movement in the moonslight. She saw nothing and heard no sound. Loren reached the dock’s edge, separated from the deck by one large step. Her foot grew leaden, and she paused. Loren imagined Annis captive within and with a long leap gained the deck.
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