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Chapter 2
Beka POV:
I awoke to darkness. Complete darkness. Either I was inside, or I was blind-folded. The Lower City is never completely dark. It never sleeps. I tried to stretch; my arms and legs were cramped. My feet moved without anything blocking them, but my hands met an obstruction. A wall. It was then that I noticed that they were tied behind my back. So my captors weren't complete idiots. They were still stupid, leaving me without a guard and, here I checked inside my boot, still armed.
Stupid Rats, thinking I wouldn't even have a blade, or put it to use when I woke up. Well, I'll show them.
Carefully moving my hands so that they were in front of me, I groped inside my boot. Then I grasped the handle of the knife. Grinning like a looby, I pulled it out. Now for the tricky part, getting the knife so that I could cut the bonds without cutting myself. Luckily, some of the lessons we had in our Puppy training were how to get out of situations like this. Slowly, cautiously, listening for footsteps as I worked, I cut through the bonds. I stood up, wincing as my stiff muscles protested. I groped around the room. There wasn't anything, no furniture, no decorations. The door was the only adornment. I grasped the handle and pulled, half-expecting it to be locked. Nope. It swung open as smooth as butter, without a sound. I walked out into the hallway and gaped.
I was in the palace.