Gia’s only instinct was to stand there and stare at the old woman with her mouth hanging open, like a dead fish. She wasn’t so used to thinking quickly to get out of a tight situation as Xadel was, and her mind raced frantically as her heart galloped in her chest like a runaway horse. The fact that Xadel had yelped in pain and was now rolling about on the floor – because of her – wasn’t helping her to think clearly, either. The words that came croaking out of the old woman’s wrinkled lips added to the confusion in Gia’s already befuddled brain. What? Xadel hadn’t…he wouldn’t… - and suddenly it hit her, just what he had been trying to do – and how she had so totally screwed it all up!
Gia’s hands flew out in protest as words leapt into her mouth, only to tangle together. All she was able to get out was an incoherent, “Wait! What? No! he didn’t…I wasn’t…!” before the old woman had withdrawn hurriedly. Gia turned wide, startled eyes to Xadel, her hand going to her mouth in dismay, and she would have dropped down beside him (stupidly) but lucky for them both Xadel was able to fight past the pain she had wreaked on his gonads and was springing to his feet. He barked some orders to her, and – lucky for him – he was back on his feet, for already a huge guy was standing in the doorway. The decrease in light from hall to room had the intruder hesitating one split second, and that was all Gia needed.
Scooting past the man, just as Xadel’s knife came whizzing through the air, Gia ran the short distance to the next room and thence inside. She had no idea what was going to happen to her partner in non-crime (at least, it wasn’t a crime to recover your own cloak, was it?). But she realized that if she stayed he would only have to worry about her as well as himself. Plus she’d probably just get in the way of whatever he had planned – just look how she had botched his attempt to give them a cover! So she went right to the window and did exactly as he had told her. In a trice, she was crouching on the ledge and then reaching for the downspout. With the agility born of a life of dancing and acrobatics, she swung over and shimmied down. Once her feet hit the ground, she was tempted to just run – as fast as she could – back to her slummy apartment-room. But she stopped long enough to think, and listen – her shoulders squinching and her eyes twitching shut as she heard bangs and crashes from inside the tavern. If Xadel was seriously injured in the commotion that she could hear coming through the open window, once they were done with him, what would they likely do? Pitch him out into the street to either bleed to death or make his way home, was her best guess, based on a life spent in this lawless town.
So instead of running off, as she would have done to save her own skin, Gia carefully moved into the shadows and skirted about to a place where she could climb up a bit, onto some crates, and reconnoiter the side and back of the tavern. The window that provided Xadel with his escape route ended up not being within her field of vision, so she had to wait a bit. But within about five minutes, she heard someone running ever so lightly, down a side alley. And then she spotted him!
Clambering back down from her perch, she ran to him and threw her arms about his neck, whispering in excitement, “Xadel! Oh, I’m so glad you are alright! I’m so sorry I kneed you! I didn’t really mean to!”
Pulling him back a bit into a deeper shadow, she put her lips to his and kissed him passionately, murmuring with relief, “I’m so glad you’re safe!” |