The heavy fog turned hazy as Leo uncovered the hand-held oil lamp, causing Imogen’s topaz blue eyes to flare. Wincing, she shielded her face with one hand and gestured with the pistol. “You first,” she said. Her pinned curls fluttered against her collar, as she nodded at the cave mouth.
“Ladies first?” Leo grinned at Imogen’s glare. “Worth a try. Can I have my gun back? No?” He eyed the pair of knives threaded through his captor’s corset, sighing dramatically, as she threatened again to cut off his thumbs.
“Take me to the Lieutenant,” Imogen said, baring her teeth.
(Written for The Prediction. Challenge words: lamp, pair, thumb)