Chapter Six

The soggy cobblestones sprouted misty tendrils. The streets had earlier in the day been left glittering beneath the sombre glow of the streetlamps after a chilling rain had washed the rest of the snow from them. The city's chimneys and rooftops were still covered in low-lying clouds, creating a moonless night that was ideal for hunting.

A woman and two men were flanked by three figures that emerged from the fog. A casual observer may have thought the woman to be the most threatening of the three despite her small stature and the fact that each of her friends towered over her by about a foot. And they would have been correct at that precise moment.

Her dove grey cloak's hood revealed dark blue eyes that sparkled with resolve. With each step, her slender hips rolled dangerously close to a swagger. Her head was cocked slightly, conveying both assurance and intent. She could be prepared to play the victim, but anyone gullible enough to fall for her trap would be clearly trespassing at the