This wasn’t supposed to happen.

Justice had always been perfect—straight-laced and unwavering in his duties. He was not one to break the rules or violate his oath. So why had he done this? He blamed himself, and now the two of you were in grave danger.

Earlier he had led a dozen stewards through the dark streets of London to monitor the area for abnormal activity. It was supposed to be a routine mission, and all of you were meant to return home afterward. But when he saw the joy in your eyes at the thought of exploring more, he gave in. Just for one night, he thought. Just one night where you could set aside the burdens of your duty and feel normal.

The others returned to the hall, but the two of you stayed behind, taking shelter at a quiet inn. At first, it seemed harmless. Everything was going well. But then Simon’s men found you, and now you were forced into running whilst injured into an alleyway, your boots against the muddy ground.