"So what do we do now, boss?" Rhett said casually, trying to regain a sense of normalcy despite the pain.
Acting flippant, casual, was the only way he could deal with situations like these, so that was what he was doing now. The severed fingers had stopped bleeding for now—thankfully the attack didn't hit any major arteries—but they still throbbed with a gnawing pain that felt sharp at the center but dull at the edges.
"We wait." Henrik concluded simply. "We don't know what's on the other side of that door. We have no food, and that woman, Scar, has already decided to spare us. For now. We can get information from someone that's been living here for a while before we figure out a plan to leave."
Rhett nodded. It was already the plan he had bubbling in his mind. He just wanted external confirmation.
Still, he couldn't help but let a small smile crawl to his lips. A prostitute hiding two intruders. Where had he heard that before...
