![]() ![]() ![]() And for some reason, I wondered if I should take the time of throwing them on … before ending his life. I realized then that I had no cloak, no mask. As his hand reached up and removed the hood, his human eyes traversed my face, swallowing the details of my reforming skin in an intense, almost penetrating way. “What are you doing here?” “Following up.” The words were slow. I pointed my sword toward his chest and glanced around him, scanning the darkness. I hadn’t expected to open the door and find Xavyn standing a mere foot away, hood drawn and arms crossed as if I’d kept him waiting too long at the narrow back doorstep. Knowing that sound was out of the ordinary, I was prepared to scour the garth and small area of trees behind the house, even search the neighbors’ land to find the cause. I slid into my thin underclothes, grabbed hold of my sword, then rushed toward the door. While the tingles in my red-orange skin slowly ascended into pain, the air biting as everything started to reform, a hard clanking noise outside the back door drew my attention. ![]()
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