Chapter 46: Washing.

NEAR THE BASE of the treehouse was a second waterspout his father had made for him and his brothers to clean themselves after a fight. His mum would grumble when they traipsed into her house and got blood on everything.

Glancing around, Nigel took off the belt for his knives, the familiar weight of the blades leaving his side, and then made damn sure he was alone. Now that a real Dagerstanteen was here, Nigel had to ensure Pete never stood on the decking ...