"Careful now, Princess," Chen's voice was close to her ear, his breath hot and sour. "Wouldn't want you damaged before the show. The boss has a big bet riding on you this time."
Behind her, she heard the guards take hold of the others. Heard Tank's sharp intake of breath when Wu grabbed her injured shoulder. Heard Razor's muffled whimper quickly cut off when Zhang's grip tightened in warning.
"March," Guard Wu ordered, excitement evident in his voice. "Time to make us some money."
And they began to walk.
The journey was disorienting for the others, blind in their hoods, but Shuyin counted steps and tracked the turns.
That phantom vision at the edge of her consciousness helped her maintain her balance, giving her a sense of the space around them even through the black cloth.
