So perhaps going east was the best I could do. Perhaps— A shadow fell over me. And no matter the guilt, no matter the urgency driving my limbs forward, twenty years of prey instinct were enough to make me freeze on the spot as the sunlight drew the rough shape of wings on the grass around me. Creon landed next to me a moment later, inaudible save for the last slap of his wings, which sent a gust of air into my face even from ten feet away. He couldn't have been awake for more than ten minutes, and already he looked perfectly ready for war – knives at his belt, hair bound back, that icy
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