She'd been right. Within minutes the blundering city guards were on her. They were full of questions and accusations and more questions. She was exhausted, sick, dizzy, and downright grumpy. She found her patience was not only thin, but gone.<br/><br/>He'd forced her to walk around and tell him every detail about the encounter three times. Each time she'd finished, he had scoffed openly at her, claiming it was impossible. There was no way she'd done any of that. There were even witnesses that said she did, but they were obviously confused.<br/><br/>"Look. Either arrest me or let me go. I did just get knifed. I'd like to go rest."<br/><br/>He peered pointedly at her shirt. "Looks to me like you haven't got a scratch. I'd say that's your victim's blood all over you... not yours. You're coming with me, Miss."<br/><br/>He moved toward her, pulling a pair of iron cuffs from his belt.