Natalia
Andrei and I immediately jumped into action, forgetting our brief tryst. He grabbed his knife from beside the sleeping bag while I reached for the silver-tipped blade I’d tucked under my pillow.
We crept to the tent opening, and Andrei listened for a few moments before he held up three fingers, then pointed in different directions around our camp. Three rogues, maybe more.
The first rogue was crouched near the dying campfire, probably trying to figure out how many of us there were. Andrei gestured for me to take him while he circled around to the other side of camp.
I slipped out of the tent and moved through the shadows, my bare feet silent on the pine needles. The rogue was so focused on the fire that he didn’t hear me coming until my blade was already sliding between his rib
