Swamped Chapter 44 Page 4

“How did you know there were two other prisoners?”

You were expecting a lot worse.

“Tents aren’t exactly soundproofed, you know. I heard all the commotion. And I overheard some greblings talking about it. They said there was going to be a meeting about what to do with them, that’s when I figured I had a chance to make a break for it.”

“I see,” he says. Then he pauses.

Crud. There must be more. That was just a warmup.

“And did these greblings mention anything else that caught your interest?”

“Uh, not really,” you say.

“So they didn’t happen to say anything about the cloaks that are exceptionally good for concealment in the sand,” Long says. “Cloaks which would be very helpful in, say, making it to your wagon undetected. Cloaks which have gone missing, and one of which Starling says she was wearing when she fell unconscious.”

Crap crap crap crap crap crap crap crap crap.

“Now, one wouldn’t think, just looking at them, that the cloaks would blend in that well,” Long continues. “They looked fairly ordinary to me, to be honest. So how, exactly, did you know about them? And it would also be nice if you could tell us where they are now.”

You’re in damned deep now. You’ve basically got two options, spill the beans or get the hell out of here.

Every instinct you have tells you to get out. But one look at Long’s physique tells you that’s a bad idea, never mind whatever wizardry he might be able to pull on top of that.

So what in the hells are you supposed to do now?

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Funny how your body moves on its own when you’re panicked. Also funny how you’re now face down, pinned to the floor.

We’ll funny to the person who was waiting outside the tent anyway.