Despite having his back up against a wall with a dagger at his throat the man is eerily calm. The carrying on downstairs has resumed even with the Sheriff’s men loitering about. This is not exactly how he thought meeting her would go this evening but he’s not at all surprised that they have come to this point because there is no real reason for either of them to trust one another save for one piece of common ground.
“I know enough,” he states plainly. “I know that you are on the run from the law as am I most of the time and despite our little – misadventure – earlier in the day I hold no ill will and surely wouldn’t want to see your neck stretched by the hangmans noose.” The outlaw lifts his hand gently resting it at her hip as the rest of him remains as still as humanly possible given each breath nearly gives him too close of a shave.
“I have no doubt you are perfectly able to take care of yourself but it never hurts to accept the help of others; especially those with similar dislikes. We have been dancing about one another for quite a long while you and I. You truly are exceptional, and though many do not follow the code I have never faltered. Let me help spirit you away from this place and once you are safely to where you need to be we can part company if that’s what you wish.”
She laughs and shakes her head when he brings his hand to her hip, and Regina presses the knife a little more firmly into his skin; not nearly enough to cause him any harm but just enough to make her message clear. Even with his back against the wall and inches away from a serious damage, he keeps calm. This man is a real piece of work, isn’t he? Trying to win her over with his smooth words and promises. But she lives in the real world, not the little fantasy this outlaw and his group of men have built for themselves. In her reality, there is no such thing as allies, or rivals who want her best interest. Being on her own, trusting herself is the only way she can survive.
“Well, how about this… you go gather up your men, get the hell out of this place and forget you ever saw me,” Regina orders, and somehow, her face is now just mere inches away from him. “Our paths part now, thief,” she says, pushing him further back against the wall with her forearm before Regina takes a quick step back and disappears up the stairs.
Once she is safely back inside her room, Regina rushes to her bedside and takes out one of the wooden floor tiles, where she hid her stolen goods from earlier today. Something is terribly wrong, though, when she realizes… the bag… her loot is nowhere to be found and Regina’s heart skips a beat.
There is a loud thud behind her — the door — and Regina quickly raises back to her feet, the knife she is still holding slipping from her grasp as she finds herself facing one of the sheriff’s men.
“Looking for this, Mills?” he asks, lifting her satchel in one hand as he slowly inches closer, unfolding one of Regina’s famous Wanted papers in his other hand with the most disgusting grin she’d ever seen.
She is trapped. The room is too small for her to flee through the door, and without much thinking, Regina turns towards the window. The guard, on his part, is quick to react himself. Dropping the paper and satchel to the floor, he manages to reach the bandit and grabs her from behind.
“No!” she grunts, squirming and kicking her arms and legs as hard as she can, “Let me go!”
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