Senses B4C1

She growled something under her breath and looked away. Her embarrassment faded a second later, replaced with something altogether worse – a blank mask that hinted at nothing. I followed her gaze and noticed two people looking in our direction. I didn't recognise them, but they apparently knew us.

"Assassin and a Knight?" one whispered. "What do you think she has on him?"

"Blackmail, probably. Maybe threats…

"Someone should do something about it."

"Shh, she might hear you."

My anger boiled. It ripped through me like a sword, and left just as much a wound. It was me they'd best be worried about overhearing, and I'd done just that. I paused and turned, prepared to go back and tell them exactly what I thought of their ideas. I couldn't, however. Blake's hand tightened into a vice-like grip, and she dragged me after her.

"Ignore them," she said.

"How am I supposed to do that?" I hissed back. "Did you hear what they said?"

Blake rolled her eyes. "Do you imagine my hearing is worse than yours when I have four ears? I heard them well enough. I heard them before you did. It's fine. Ignore them."