Chapter CCCXXIII: Decision Against Her Nature ~Bulaklak

Bulaklak sighed and rested her masked chin on her hand. The problems just seemed to keep piling up. Thorn would know where she was now. Jeremy would most likely be looking for her. And then that mage had burned the town's inn down. So much for a nice, quiet little thieving opportunity.

Turning around and looking into the gently bubbling waters of the fountain, Bulaklak felt slightly at peace for a moment. It was hard to believe that a man had gotten his hand cut off near here. Behind her mask, the corners of Bulaklak's mouth curved up into a smirk. She was amazed Thorn had been stupid enough to send Venin after her.

She could handle herself against all of Thorn's other henchmen, but even they provided a challenge. Venin was simply a joke. A weak, cowardly, snivelling joke. And Bulaklak wasn't in a joking mood.

So next Thorn would send something a little bigger. Then he would keep having his flunkies tail her until he got bored and gave up for a bit. Their own little ritual. Bulaklak bared her teeth.

I'm through with your rituals, Bulaklak thought to herself.

Standing up, Bulaklak put her hand to her wakizashi and glared to the skies. "You're a dead man, Thorn," she whispered.