Raven pressed herself against the weathered stone of a warehouse wall, her breathing shallow as she watched the last of the Black Serpent pirates disappear around the corner. The chaos in the merchant quarter had created the perfect cover—every available hand was either helping with disaster relief or maintaining crowd control around Jack's spectacular failure of heroism.
Now or never.
She slipped from shadow to shadow, her bare feet silent against the cobblestones as she navigated the maze of back alleys leading to the harbor. The distinctive red and white of her hair remained hidden beneath a stolen dock worker's cap she'd liberated from an abandoned cart. Her route took her past shuttered shops and empty storage yards, the normal bustle of commerce abandoned in favor of gawking at the destruction in the square.
