'They won't find out if we move fast enough,' Heena replied coldly, ripping off the restrictive, heavy layers of Seera's aristocratic gown.
She slipped into the sleek, dark male garments. The fit was exceptionally good—snug around the waist, flexible at the shoulders, and entirely devoid of any useless decorative lace that could catch on a branch or a blade. She tied the leather bracers tightly around her wrists, tucked her hair up, and threw on a wide-brimmed black traveler's hat, pulling the shadow of the brim low over her eyes.
When she stepped out from behind the curtain, she looked like a completely different person. She looked like a lethal, strikingly handsome young mercenary lord from a high-tier martial world.
