A/N: I am so sorry that this has taken forever. I will try to make it up to you guys okay? Just in case you didn't already know, this is FANFICTION, so fiction, based off an amazing piece of work, today is Tamora Pierce, one of my personal favorites. I would love to be her, but sadly I'm not so... I don't own this story, or most of the things in it. Enjoy.
Beka's POV (not journal)
As Rosto held me I took stock of my injuries. It was not good. I think I am covered in bruises, if Tunstall, Goodwin and I had been a little less lucky last night we would have died. Perhaps that was the intention. That is a scary thought, brawls are rarely intentional. But who would have organized this? The main suspect is holding me, who does that leave? His chiefs? Unsatisfied rushers?
Rosto's arms around me tighten. I look up at his face, he is scowling. It is his Rogue face. I think that we are thinking the same thoughts.
"Beka..." he says quietly.
"This wasn't an accident or a tavern brawl," I say as I manuver myself closer to him.
"No. Rushers were curiously absent from Court, yet the Chiefs and their guard were present, taverns reported higher than average business. Brawls broke out over the entire Lower City at the same time," he whispered
Rosto's POV (NJ)
Someone will die for this.
A/N I know that this is super super short. I will post more today and tomorrow.
