“I know what I’m doing.Youdon’t get caught.”
“Give me some credit. This isn’t my first rodeo,” I felt her looking at me.
“It’s not mine either,” I snapped.
“You’re missing a dagger,” she gestured to the small shapes under my shirt.
I tensed. “No. I’m not.”
“Hmm,” she murmured.
Armed guards met us at the top of the driveway. I recognised them both as my father’s favourites.
I stopped the car and put on my most rakish smile. “Tom, Eddie.”
Tom nodded, but Eddie scowled. I never did like him.
“Please step out of the car Mr Redgrave.”
I sighed, making a big show of it. As Tom went to examine the car, I ‘tripped’ and slammed into him.
Eddie growled. “Watch yourself!” he said.
I stepped between them and my car, inspecting my shoe. “You know, that rock could’ve broken my ankle. I would’ve thought my father’s good boys would keep the driveway clear and safe.”
Tom rolled his eyes and shook his head.
“Still the same Dev I see, despite your lock up.”
I smiled. “What can I say. Prison air agrees with me.”
Eddie just snarled and moved to my car, turning it over inside.
“What exactly are you looking for? I wouldn’t be so stupid as to bring someone here,” I said.
Eddie just flicked his narrowed eyes at me and continued throwing my stuff around.
Tom approached me reluctantly. “Sorry man. I have to search you,” he gestured to my dagger belt.
“What? A man can’t protect himself these days?”
“I know. But there are skirmishes all over at the moment. Not to mention ferals.”
“So why can’t I keep my weapons?”
“Council orders. I’ll look after them, I swear,” Tom added.
I sighed, reluctant. “Let me keep one.”
Tom looked at Eddie, who shook his head. But Tom was clearly torn.
“If a feral broke in, wouldn’t it be better to be protected?” I wheedled.
“Fine,” Tom sighed.
“Tom!”
“I said it’s fine. Everyone is entitled to one weapon. Just keep it visible at all times, clear?”
