Just because I resembled a stray black cat doesn't mean you can call me one.
Besides I have a name and that's Nico.
But one day, I asked Sylva if it was possible to go back into London.
"Impossible." She blatantly stated without batting an eye. "Not with the royal guards standing at the entrance."
"They won't even let some skinny cat slip into the gates."
'Skinny cat.'
I can feel my eye twitch.
Displeased to hear Sylva say, but I couldn't ignore her words.
"...But there is a way in."
She didn't even deny it.
Instead Sylva deflected it with a question, "Did I say there was one?"
"And if there was one." I had to bring it back up.
There's no way I'm letting Sylva turn away from what she just said right now.
Shifting her gaze over to me, Sylva crossed her legs as she eyed me in a manner I vaguely remembered from Master William.
A proud posture.
As if asking to be challenged on the spot.
"Then I guess you'd have to challenge me for that other entrance."
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Clock Work (Book 2)
FanfictionIt was not a mere accident. I was supposed to head home like all of the other good children, but I saw bad men picking on a dog while leaving with my earnings. I tried to save the dog, but I ended up getting hurt in the process. When I woke up, I fo...
