Someone like her didn’t belong here.

Here in this place that that radiated righteousness and valor. As she stared up at the looming tower in front of her, Rose could hear a voice echoing the heavy beat of her heart in her chest. You. Don’t. Belong. Here. Her fingers curled around the hilt of the small hidden blade up her sleeve, an unconscious habit of self-comfort. Her training was what she knew and who she was. Hopefully that could translate to the other side of the law. Jason believed it could and if for nothing else, she had to give this a shot for him. A shot at being a hero. A word that never sat well in her vocabulary before.