Alden took out the bottle Reyn had given him to view. It held a clear liquid with oily orbs clinging to the surface. Closing his eyes, he rolled it in his hands, feeling the contours of the glass. He squeezed the bulbous bottom and absently played with the rope choking its neck as he debated using the drug on Kira. Alden had to trust that Reyn saved more elegant bottles for richer, deadlier poisons or their antidotes. From the simple design, this had to be just a sleep potion.
Alden sneered at the mound behind him where his shadow commander snored.
Reyn implied he had used it on Kira before…that bastard.
Before he had joined the guild, none had ever stood up for Kira—thieves really were in it for themselves. Alden sighed and looked back to the fire. He froze.
Kira was staring.