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Chapter 11 - Ursula


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After I had finally calmed down, and convinced Garrett to at least let me take a look at his leg, it became a very slow afternoon. As I’d suspected, Garrett’s leg looked terrible: the crossbow bolt that he’d been hit with had broken off, but I managed to pull the rest of it out with little worry of leaving splinters behind. Honestly, I was surprised infection hadn’t set in by that time.
“You know, you’re lucky we don’t have to chop this off.”
Garrett faked a laugh, “That’s funny.”
“I’m dead serious.” I replied, looking up from my spot in front of his chair. One of his brows furrowed, and he kept his gaze on me for a while, until he seemed to find whatever he was looking for and raised his brows in a ‘fair enough’ expression. Going back to what I was doing, I finished wrapping the gauze around his calf, and brought out my small pocket knife to cut away the left over bandages. All the wrapping almost came undone as Garrett flinched away from the knife, and I almost fell onto my stomach as I followed him so as to not let go of the cotton.
“Hey! I’m not gonna cut you, calm down.” I yelped, as the thief stared sceptically at me. I smiled slightly, “Looks like my threat to cut it off spooked you.”
“Hmm.” Was all I got. I stood up when I had stuck down the gauze. I waited for Garrett to pull the trouser leg down, and put his boot back on, before I reached out to help him up.
“Well, let’s get you on your feet.” He looked at me, and shook his head, but took my hand all the same. Basso chose then to return to the room, as usual a tankard in hand.
“You both certainly look better.” There was something in his voice that screamed ‘I know something I shouldn’t’ and the both of us watched him as his face contorted into a smirk, “I knew it wouldn’t take long for you two to get close.”
“Oh, don’t start, Basso.” I sighed, exasperated, as I raked a hand through my hair, Garrett just giving him a look that meant ‘really?’
It wasn’t enough.
“No, I will. For starters, the bartender owes me twenty gold and-”
“You were taking bets?” He stopped short as he realised what he’d said, and he paled at the sight of Garrett and myself giving him a look cold enough to kill.
“Well, I don’t know about bets, but…”
“Basso, you have ten seconds to explain yourself.” The thief spoke up for the first time, lips drawn in a thin line as he stared down our fence.
“N-now listen, Garrett.”
“Nine.” Basso fled. I laughed.
“You sure know how to frighten him.”
“Twenty years of experience.” He chuckled, eyes catching mine. For a brief moment, I gave into the little cries from my Angel to lean in. I don’t know if Garrett was surprised, because if he was he didn't show it, but soon the two of us were so close I could feel his breath pass my cheek.
“Oh and I also have a new job fo- bad time?”
“Dammit, Basso!”

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About a half hour later we were back in Auldale, scanning the mansion belonging to Madam Beaumont. It was definitely smaller than Lady Grey’s, but held the same aura of dignity about it.
Hopefully there’d be no annoying teenage girls to seduce the Master Thief today.
It was simple enough to get in: a little hidden door in the side of a greenhouse. I actually reached out to pick one of the many tomatoes on the potted stems, but a look from Garrett stilled me. Pouting, I followed like an obedient pet as we moved through a tunnel beneath the house.
“But they wouldn't have noticed if just one went missing.”
“I'm not having this conversation, (Name).” Even though it was meant to be a scold, I could hear the curl of his lips even with his back turned to me.
“Naw, you love me really.”
“You’re gonna get us killed if you don’t quit yapping like a dog.”
“Woof woof.” I muttered, trying hard to keep Garrett from hearing.
Whatever I tried obviously didn't work.
“Oh? We’re playing that game?” Garrett’s voice took on a playful tone, and in any other situation I would have laughed at how misleading he sounded. But as he forced me to a wall, lips moving to my ear, all I could do was shudder as he whispered: “I can certainly play that game.”
“Oh, I’d love to play!” It wasn’t my voice that rang out through the corridor, and the thief and I turned our heads to see none other than Ursula Grey about fifteen feet away from us, dressed in skin tight black leather, including thigh-high heeled boots.
“What are you doing here?” Garrett seemed more confused than anything, apparently not the slightest bit agitated she’d interrupted – I certainly was. ‘Stop it, (Name). You’re being immature.’ My subconscious hissed, with my Angel whining in the background that ‘it’s just not fair!’
“I followed you.” She sang, eyes glittering at her ‘achievement’.
“I gathered that, but why?”
“Well, I wanted to spend time with my favourite thief.”
“I really am flattered,” I cut in, smirk ready, “but as you can see I’m a little busy at the moment.” I only got a glare.
“Yes I see. Are we actually going to steal anything tonight or are you going to play dirty in this tunnel?” I rolled my eyes as Garrett stepped away from me. Damn her, “What are we stealing anyway?”
“We’re stealing a mask. You’re going home.” Garrett replied, poking a finger at her as he spoke.
“Oh but you’re wrong; see, if you don’t take me with you I’ll call for the guards.”
“Love, you realise that would get you killed too?” I muttered, irritation setting in, “You’re trespassing on private property, and you’re dressed enough like a thief to be a pretty convincing one, albeit a dull one.” I whispered the last part, and apparently she didn’t hear. Garrett did, for the corner of his lip twitched slightly.
“At least I’d get to spend time with my Garrett in jail.” …Honestly? Embittered, I placed my hand over my face, rubbing it over my nose and down my cheek as I groaned. I wasn’t even going to bother gracing that with a response.
“Go home Ursula.”
“Hm, no.”
“Then at least keep your mouth shut, you’ll get us all caught.” ‘And you lower the IQ of the whole street.’ My Angel grunted bitterly, my subconscious suppressing a laugh as she huffed and crossed her arms.
“Can I walk with Garrett?”
“As long as you promise not to touch me.” The thief butted in, wriggling away from the grip she had on his arm.
“Okay!” She cried, skipping ahead of me. Sighing, I turned back to Garrett, who shrugged as he wrapped an arm around my waist to pull me closer.
“Let’s just get this over with; with any luck she’ll get herself caught.”
“That’s cruel, Garrett.”
“At least I didn’t insult her attire.”
“Oh Gods, look at her boots, though.”
“And here we go.” He chuckled, following Ursula to make sure she didn’t set off some kind of trap as she turned the corner.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” I mumbled, starting off after them.
It didn’t take long to find the room we were looking for – it had a plaque on it that literally said ‘Trophy Room’. Subtle. Inside, the room was lined wall to wall with glass cupboards, showing off trophy cups, medals and every other award for Gods know what. The floorboards, though hidden very well, were obviously laden with traps: tripwires, pressure pads, the like. Directly opposite from the door, stood a large, ornately carved desk, on it a crystal box holding only one object.
The Beaumont Mask.
The mask had been passed down for generations, and no one was particularly sure when it was crafted. They only knew it was worth a lot. It almost seemed to glitter as the beams from the tiny spotlight in the front of the box bounced off it, and the three petite peacock feathers seemed to glow a majestic kingfisher green in the dull light of the room. It would be a shame for Madam Beaumont to wake up the next morning to find the family’s prize possession gone. Oh well.
It was pretty easy to nab the mask: I kept Ursula away from anything that could have set off some sort of alarm or trap, while Garrett concentrated on picking the lock of the case, gently tapping around the base just to make sure the pedestal it sat on wasn’t trapped itself.
“Well, we might as well explore a little while we’re here.” Garrett whispered, as the three of us left the room. I nodded, as Ursula attentively followed the thief. She had been oddly quiet recently.
The next room we wondered into looked like any other normal bedroom, but upon closer inspection became a violent playroom for all manner of things I wouldn’t like to mention. Opening a draw, I picked up a leather clad, firmed bar.
“Looks like someone has a riding crop fetish.” I spoke, turning my head to slyly look Garrett up and down as he passed, “Smack that ass from five feet away.” I laughed, flicking out the crop to catch just under the small of his back, and snorting as he yelped and jumped away. As he turned back to look wide eyed at me, I heard Ursula mutter a small ‘Childish’ from the other end of the room. ‘Says the child.’ My subconscious snapped, though I felt her irritation was more towards me than to Ursula. Quietly, I put the crop back in its place, and turned to see her fingering one of the straps at the edge of the bed.
“You ever been tied to a bed, Garrett?” The thief shivered at the question, but didn’t turn back to look at her, instead continuing to search another dresser in the right corner of the room.
“It’s not an experience I’d be particularly fond of, so no.”
“It’s fun.” I cringed at the tone of her voice, and was about to reply with a quick ‘You really shouldn't know that’ when I was interrupted by two pairs of feet careening through the hallway.
“Garrett-”
“Shh.” Ursula quietened as we all stood shock still, praying that the footfalls would pass. Our prayers were in vain. A pair stumbled through the door, and if it hadn't let so much light in, I’d say they were too invested in each other to notice us.
Apparently not.
The smaller of the two, a young woman only slightly curvier than Ursula, turned her head with a gasp as the five of us – her companion included – stood frozen for a few more seconds. Then, the woman opened her mouth to suck in a gulp of air.
“Fu-”
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