Someone did the same for you when you were initiated. She scooped back her drenched hair with both hands, arching her body in a long, languid stretch that sent her small but plump breasts dancing free in the mild evening air, the cold water turning her nipples hard as the rock around her. She eyed the boy, contempt glinting nakedly in her eye. Senior members take turns bringing the junior members out on missions. The thin fabric of her slip was damp from the mildewed air of the cell and it clung to every curve of her body, leaving little to the imagination of anyone who cared to look. She looked at the arrow protruding freshly from his flank, the blood pooling black and rapid in the shadows, then past him to the doorway. The figure in the doorway seemed to do the same; then turned to the near-naked and dirty thief in the corner of the cell. She sent Brin a little further down the path to collect wood for a fire, then rested for a
