This was… Altair, if Stone wasn’t mistaken. And how could she be? With all that went down in the sewers, the pale girl knew she’d always remember their faces—or at least for the duration of adolescence.
‘Why the hell not?’ she wondered. After all, her brother had taken off for himself, and watching was only so entertaining until the thoughts caught up.
“You may,” the dark haired thief permitted, a dry laugh under her breath at her uncharacteristic response, and took his hand, standing up on her feet.