Blame It On the Nun (Loot Sisters #17)

I’ve never been paid for arson, but the satisfying crackle and look of rapturous glee on the face of the lace-covered nun beside me mark this as one of my top jobs. Gray disappeared somewhere – as smooth and quiet as a windless tide – and we’re watching the Akheron’s front doors.

The nun clutches her sword against her chest, breath quick. “He’ll know it’s me. Akheron’s deciding whether to come out or go below.”

“Below?” Rach asks. 

“He has a panic room.”

“What about his guests?”

“Oh, he’ll make them fend for themselves, don’t worry.”

The doors slam open.

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The 17th installment of Loot Sisters, my dungeon crawler story. Written for The Prediction. This week’s challenge words were decide, lace, and tide.

Previous episodes in order include Dungeon Crawl (1), A Matter of Trust (2), Thank You, Erd (3), Questing for Quests (4), To Hunt for Loot (5), Divining a Direction (6), It’s Safer to Rent a Unicorn (7), Thirsty (8), Weaponized Coffee (9), A Casual Distraction (10), Pity Pudding (11), The Risk of Letting Things Go (12), By Curse or Fire (13), Some Like it Hot (14), In Pursuit of Violence (15), and Tough Luck (16)