Trickster's Queen - Weebly

to do what you do best. Boulaj and I manage nicely as
mistress and maid.”
Aly was a little hurt that they had come to an
understanding without her. The moment she recognized
the emotion, she thrust it away as meaningless. Dove
and Boulaj were right, and that was that. What
mattered was her own ability to pass information
quickly to the rebel leaders. She needed to concentrate
on that and on the kind of mischief that would drive
their new rulers into a rage.
Boulaj yawned. Aly looked at her and raised an
eyebrow. “Late night?” she asked wickedly.
“We got some sleep,” Boulaj replied. “And the work
itself was satisfying.” She caught Dove's curious glance
and said, “Spy stuff.”
Aly held up a finger and went to the window.
Something, some sound, made the shutters quiver under
her palms. She opened them. In the distance she heard
a roar of noise from the direction of the market districts
and Downwind. She glanced above the nearby trees