Trixie dropped the bag of money, both paper and coins, jewellery, and a couple of smaller things. She pulled out her dagger and held it under the soldier’s—who she had pinned against the alley wall— chin.

She had been caught. “How did you find me? I left a trail.” As she leaned in, her gaze sharpening, her fox mask, fell. “Ugh. I shouldn’t have let my brother design that stupid mask..” Trixie rolled her eyes and scoffed.

“Are you deaf? Answer me! How did you find me?”