CHAPTER 158
Melisca stayed low, eyes sharp, ears turned to every shift in the wind.
The first two guards by the gates were still distracted. The glow of a cigarette illuminating their faces. She crept around the edge of the bushes. Her steps were soundless on the grass. Her blade was already in hand—dull-looking blade but could cut through bones.
Then she struck fast. The nearest guard barely had tome to exhale his las puff of smoke. Her hand clamped over his mouth, yanking him back into the foliage. Her dagger slipped between his ribs from behind—angled upward, piercing his heart. He convulsed once, then went limp. She lowered his body silently to the ground.
The second guard turned, puzzled by the sudden silence. He took a step towards the bushes, about to call his friend, thinking that he might had pee again against the wall. It wasn't allowed for them to do that.
