Bone Crier's Moon (Bone Grace, #1)(120)

I cast off my servant’s cap and apron and pick up speed. I yank the ties at my shoulders loose that hold up my heavy hemp-spun dress. It falls to my ankles, and I kick it aside. I can’t have it dragging me down. All I’m wearing now is a light chemise.

“Stop!” Casimir calls after me.

The stained glass window is five yards away. I grit my teeth and leap off the ground. My nighthawk grace heightens the jump. I cast up my arms to protect my face.

My body hits the glass. The window shatters in a rainbow of shards.

Sixty feet below me, the Mirvois River rushes by.

I tumble toward the whitecap currents.