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The next morning, Xander Shadowhart was someone else—externally, that is. On the inside, he was almost exactly the same save for a growing tug in his chest that had no business doing any tugging at all, unfortunate but also expected since this is only chapter six.
Didn’t she know her eyes were the only green thing around? It was a crime to deny him their sight.
“Three imps in a cloak? That’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard.”
“All of you keep your mouths shut or, so help me dark gods, I will turn this griffin around, and nobody will be raining terror or destruction down on anything!”
But pride was an Abyss of a hindrance, and while the idea was a fun alternative third act, his party needed to be made up of the characters who had been influencing him throughout the rest of his tale for consistency’s sake.