witcher · netflix · the rats · thief · agile · impulsive · loyal · flirty · street smart · explosives
The flickering torchlight of the betting den painted shifting shadows as The Rats moved inside. Iskra led the way, with Reef, Giselher, and Mistle close behind. I walked at Raya's side, our hands linked loosely; Asse had stayed back with the carriage. The group halted, eyes sweeping the crowded room. Mistle melted into the throng, while Iskra and Giselher slipped down a side passage. Reef and I lingered, watching the crowd. Raya's grip tightened on my arm, her lips a soft press against my cheek, and then she was moving toward the fighting ring, her expression brilliantly innocent. 'The betting is closed!' the host bellowed. 'The battle of the century!' I followed, my gaze fixed on the dangerous elf who wore a smile like a weapon.