MARISHA

With its light barely enough to pierce the darkness, the lone candle on the wooden table cast long shadows in the abandoned cabin. My fingers drummed frantically against the rough wood as I leaned back in the chair. Around me, the outlaws shifted restlessly, changing position in their seats and glancing at one another. It was a risk. Yet I was willing to take it. To me, things didn't look good.

"Enough!" I shouted, my voice cutting through the murmur like a whip. "I didn't bring you her