Right now, we're in the bookmaker's den.
Hmm? What? Running away from my problems? No, I'm not.
Well, the fact that Eva wasn't with us right now could be interpreted that way, but it's really not my fault she refused to tag along. So, in the end, only Cassandra and I marched up to claim the prize for our miraculous bets.
"Fuck off, brat!"
…At least, that was the plan.
The moment we arrived at the entrance and introduced ourselves, the guards' attitude did a complete 180. From fake-friendly to overt hostility. One of the two even shoved me hard, nearly knocking me off balance.
If Eva had been here, this would've ended in a full-blown scuffle. Honestly, maybe it's for the best that she wasn't present.
Thanks to Cassandra grabbing my arm, I avoided falling flat on my back and making an even bigger fool of myself. I brushed off my clothes, especially the spot where the guard had touched, before stepping back in front of them.
