Knock Knock!
The Men of the Order had seen her—they were coming for them! Yara tensed, staring at the door. They couldn't have gotten here so fast right? She thought paling.
Fighting members of the Men of Order was seen as a capital offence punishable by death.
If witnessed, a dark part of her mind whispered. If there were no witnesses, they could take them out and carry on with their journey.
She could take out the Men of Order, the innkeeper, and the woman. No witnesses, no offence.
She shook her head vigorously, trying to clear away the violent thoughts. She wasn't that kind of person.
The dragon, on top of her, after she had pulled him down from the window, was utterly confused. His golden eyes flicked to the door, then back to Yara.
"What are you doing?" he asked, not understanding her panic.
