“My luck has been absolute shit since getting dragged into this mess,” Bekksie thought, gnawing uselessly at the wooden bit between her teeth. The wood felt like it was hard as a rock! Her fingers ached from the way they’d been tied, as did her arms and legs, and she was basting in sweat inside the stout sack the bandits had stuffed her in. “What’s the big deal? One little cut and this guy has it...

