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Lady Alainn
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Six bounty hunters? Six? Suddenly, Pencaliel was awake. Very awake. Terror which had been carefully repressed within her began to creep into her veins again and before she realized what she was doing, she found herself stepping backwards, away from Malachi, almost crouching in a defensive position, her hand trained on her knife hilt. Had this wicked man planned this all along? Awaken the Darkness, then persuade the gullible Druid to leave her realm so he could slay her? Mother had warned her, Wryn had seen it coming. How could she have been so foolish to think she could extend even an ounce of trust--
'Quiet. Calm yourself. Think.'
The force of the words inside her racing mind shocked her, but she obeyed and forced herself to stand still, balancing gingerly on the balls of her feet. As her breath slowed to a more normal pace, she took one step closer again, then another, but try as she might she could not stop the trembling. Then she noticed the hand to his side, the tension in his own muscles to hide what he was truly thinking. What he was truly feeling. Was he just as lost as she was? Caught in a web he could not undo?
'The viper.'
It was best to know, wasn't it? Otherwise, this distrust would continually escalate until eventually it would be beyond repair. Pencaliel swallowed hard and deliberately pulled herself upright to take another step toward the dragonkin.
"Malachi? How-- why--" she stumbled over her tongue, her mouth parched and words hoarse in her throat. "What did you do?"
'Quiet. Calm yourself. Think.'
The force of the words inside her racing mind shocked her, but she obeyed and forced herself to stand still, balancing gingerly on the balls of her feet. As her breath slowed to a more normal pace, she took one step closer again, then another, but try as she might she could not stop the trembling. Then she noticed the hand to his side, the tension in his own muscles to hide what he was truly thinking. What he was truly feeling. Was he just as lost as she was? Caught in a web he could not undo?
'The viper.'
It was best to know, wasn't it? Otherwise, this distrust would continually escalate until eventually it would be beyond repair. Pencaliel swallowed hard and deliberately pulled herself upright to take another step toward the dragonkin.
"Malachi? How-- why--" she stumbled over her tongue, her mouth parched and words hoarse in her throat. "What did you do?"
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