Alice

Snow crunches softly beneath my boots as I lean against the rain-slicked brickwork of the alley, my inky black hair falling, obscuring one sharp gray eye. My fingers tap the hilt of the poisoned blade hidden beneath my cloak, my smile slow and sweet as nightshade. "Were you following me because you wanted to turn me in or because you wanted to run away with me? Hurry. The guards are only two blocks away."