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“I won’t fight it anymore.” Malyr arched a brow at the speed of a snail crossing a continent. “I have no idea what you are talking about, but I do know you will most definitely fight it.”
Sebian gave a bemused scoff that had his lips twitch. “I will be the night, the darkest patch of sky around you,” he mocked, but it wasn’t like I hadn’t heard his unkindness back at the spring. “How many days did it take you to come up with those lines?” “Five,” I said with a slap against the back of his head that had him coughing up a laugh and actually brought a twitch of a smile to my face. “Three for drafting, two for revisions.”
No, the soldier who’d grabbed me was bleeding, blood dripping from that gushing socket where a reddened blade had replaced his eye. The sword must have entered through the side of his neck and torn through his aorta, gushes of blood pouring from his mouth in slowing intervals.
FUCKING ANATOMY
Beside us, at the edge of the roof, our anoas huddled together in the same way, a white female framed by two black males, one to each side.
