The Thief
When Gage entered the room, a candle burned on a small table. Asleep on blankets on the floor, the thief awoke to look up into his eyes. The monster hadn’t made a move to rise because Gage stood...
Gage Elliott pulled the jacket’s hood over his head to block the gusts that picked up in the last few minutes. As he hunched his shoulders and leaned into the gale, loose objects flew through the air around him. He raised his right arm below eye level in the event of something striking his face.
His opponent was near, Gage knew, and that man would have a great advantage looking back his way.