Miranda gaped, sliding off Gin’s back. The moonlight that filtered through the treetops was just enough for her to be able to make out the tumbledown walls and gaping roof of the small hunting shack. “You could barely spend a night in this.” “It’s a bit run down,” Eli admitted, “but”—he leaned over and pointed through a gap in the surrounding trees— “you can’t beat the location.” Looking where he pointed, she could just spot the white walls of the city glowing silver through the trees, barely half a mile away. “I don’t believe it,” Miranda said. “First rule of thievery,” Eli said, grinning, “only run if you’re not coming back.” He thumped his heels on the hard ground. “The last place a man looks is under his feet.” “All this time you’ve been hiding in the king’s deer park?” She was almost laughing now. “You’re putting me on. I had Eril search this area days ago.” “Spirits don’t see everything,” Eli said. “Besides, I had some excellent camouflage.”
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