Jessa
I cleared my throat again. "Sir."
"Yes, Jessa?" I shuddered as he said my name. Why couldn't I have chosen a different name? An alias would've been fine.
"Are you truly operating from the Conan Theater?" I kept my voice sweet. I'd dealt with Bet before. Well, I lie; I'd nearly gotten killed by her before. People like her -quick tempered, harsh, violent, raging fire in their hearts- and people like me -smooth, cunning, backstabbing, conning, two-facers with an infallible ability to charm even the hardest of tastes- didn't mix. She hated liars, we couldn't resist opportunities like Bet. So we stayed on the opposite sides of the slums and kept out of the other's way.
"Yes, Jessa."
I nodded and turned my face to my barely covered feet. Others like me could provide for themselves. But they weren't me exactly, and I still owed dying families and threatened gangs. I couldn't afford to dress like... I dunno, Helen from Lucien's place, when there were touchy people out there with reasons to kill me. I pay them, they don't kill me. Beats sturdy boots any day.
So I make myself small and tie my hair loosely with another lock of the blonde. No ribbons, you have to resort to something else. I stay opposite Bet and keep my eyes sharp as we walk into the Conan Theater, which I know to be guarded by something. Only drunkards believe in hauntings, or those who've never attempted to recreate one.
I swallowed. I rubbed my wrists. I clenched my skirt and locked my feet to the ground. No running now.
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