kendralace
There was a bandana on his head, stopping sweat from dropping in his eyes. He couldn't afford sweat in his eyes. Not when this lock was far more complicated than he had expected. Three picks already impaled it. He needed to open the door, so that he could get to that brooch the Lady kept in her jewel box, worth a weeks feeding.
She threw the deadbolt. The click should have been satisfying, but terror was clawing up her throat. It was choking her, making spots in her vision. Someone was following her. Someone knew where she was.