Evie escapes...eventually

The door opened, and a strangely familiar man walked through it. Evie recognised his face...but from where?

But her faulty memory didn't matter, she'd interrogate it out of him soon enough.

Choosing her moment, she leapt out from her hiding spot, and slammed her wrist against his throat. It was only when she saw her bare arm that she realised her fatal mistake.

How many times had she threatened people with her hidden blade? It was her go-to plan of attack, and she did it so frequently it was second nature. But without her gauntlet, Evie saw how slender her forearm really was, and how small and pathetic her hand looked.

"If you're going to punch me, I'd suggest having better aim," the man chuckled, pushing Evie's arm out of the way. Well, at least he didn't know that she was an Assassin, Evie thought.

"You're feeling very hot, you're overheating, the only way to cool down is to drop that sheet."

The man had a watch back in his hand, and was swinging it in front of the young woman's face.

"I...I'm really hot..." Evie mumbled. How had she not noticed how warm it was in here? She allowed the bed sheet to slip through her fingers, trying to cool off.

"You're feeling tired, the bed is looking so inviting."

"The bed looks inviting..." Evie repeated, stifling a yawn. She padded over and climbed onto the soft mattress, curling into the fetal position. She was exhausted! A long sleep would do her good...

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Evie jerked awake, feeling as though she'd been dropped from a great height.

With her pulse still racing, the young Assassin observed a number of things almost simultaneously.

She was lying in a bed, in an unfamiliar room. How had she got here? The last thing Evie remembered was talking to her friend Charles Dickens, and then-no wait! Wasn't there something else? Chains, nudity, footsteps, a knife-hang on, nudity?!

Gasping, Evie checked beneath the covers. The semi-darkness provided by the moonlight informed her that she was totally naked. The weight that was pressing down on her chest turned out to be an arm, who's hand was cupping her right breast.

For one wild moment, Evie wished that it was Henry who was exploring her boobs with his hands, and what she wouldn't give to spend a day curled naked in bed with him (she'd give nothing, because she had a business relationship with Mr Green, and nothing more!), before seeing that it was a stranger, who was also naked.

Oh,God...

They hadn't...he hadn't...

Suddenly angry, Evie pushed his arm away. The brunette climbed on top of her bed fellow so that she was straddling him. Evie snatched up a knife lying on a side table, and just in time; the man had been woken up by her movements, and reached instinctively for the weapon.

"Don't move!" she said, holding the knife to his throat. His fingers were scrabbling at a pocket watch, but Evie knocked it onto the floor.

"And...don't look at me!" she squeaked in an unusually high-pitched voice. "Close your eyes, or you'll never use them again!"

Evie wrapped one arm around her chest, just to make sure he couldn't sneak a peak.

"What did you do to me?!" she demanded, starting to shiver now that she was no longer under the warm bed sheets.

"Nothing, I swear it!"

"Where are my clothes?!"

The man grinned in response, detecting the desperation in Evie's voice.

"Now!! I need my clothes!"

The 21-year-old knew she should have asked for his identity first, but her desire to be clothed again was top of her priority list.

Before Evie could **** an answer out of him, there was a loud noise from downstairs.

"Up here!" the man called out.

Quick as a flash, Evie leapt off the bed, and jumped out the window. She didn't fancy taking on an unknown number of assailants without weapons or tools; but more importantly, she didn't want anyone else seeing her naked!

Evie nimbly climbed up the side of the building, her bare feet struggling to grip the brickwork. It was only when she flopped down onto the roof tiles that the full consequences of Evie's actions hit her.

There would have been something lying around. Heck, even the bed sheet would have been sufficient! But no. Because haste to escape, Evie Frye was now out in the biggest city in the world in nothing but her skin.

She hugged her knees to her chest and shivered. No matter what she did from now until she got her clothes back, she was about to suffer the most humiliating experience of her life.