Lira and I had donned our cloaks before entering this shabby little town known as Creseia. Unsurprisingly, Ras had been here often so he led us first to where we could put the horses and then to that townhouse that a servant had secretly bought for me months ago. I had given him the address, and he would lead the way.
"You had a head start, Rosie," Ras said as he hopped off his horse. "That wasn't fair."
"Whoever said anything about fairness?" I nearly giggled. "No one talked about rules."
"You didn't give us a chance to set the rules."
I tilted my head at him, squinting at the sunlight behind him while also cursing how tall he was. "I didn't know the captain of the Ravens could be so competitive."
Lira scoffed. "Petty, you mean."
Ras' brows shot upward. "You must really hate me, Lirajane, if you can be so mean to me like this. And no, it's not being petty nor competitive. I am merely complaining in the spirit of fairness."
