, , , ,

Two and a half hours, three thorough checks and an unexpected noseful of dust later, and Nastasie was no closer to finding any sort of clue to the mystery of her tattoo. She aimed a swift but painful kick at the fender, and the pain shocked her into sitting down. She noticed a bit of red seeping out of the crease between her big toe and the nail. Which explained the excessive pain. She rose to her feet and hobbled out of the room, calling to Fiona for a plaster.

She didn’t hear the creaking of the grate as it opened…