Turn 12 pt1

Hospital staff scurried to get out of Narcissa’s path, as she made her way to the ward that currently sheltered her entire household. Mirren and Kaveri kept pace, ever vigilant. At least now, people would know. Enodia’s enemies could no longer count on ignorance and stealth to hide their very existence. In the same sort of green-bordered white dress her staff wore, her hair loose, no jewellery except one of Lysandra’s gold serpents around her arm and her own gold necklace with the Diamantian silver wolf, she’d gone to the agora. Only Mirren and Kaveri were with her; she expected…

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Turn 11 pt2

(chapter continued from previous post) Hermia and Melanippe, back to back, were ringed by three. The focus seemed to be more heavily on the foreigners, though. Madoc and Mirren did their best to stay in front and buy time for Tyrel to use his throwing knives and Kaveri whatever other pottery she could reach. Tyrel injured two more before the battle was in too close and he had to switch to those odd weapons of his with the triangular blades and the hilt that ran crosswise instead of parallel to the blade. Kaveri had a limited supply of ammunition accessible,…

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Turn 11 pt1

“A third night in a row that I work, of all four of you coming to the Peacock,” Lysandra laughed, while Mirren tugged on the rope next to the front door to alert Hermia. “I’m going to start to suspect you’re enjoying yourselves.” “Watching you dance?” Tyrel said. “Thoroughly. I can’t remember the last time we had a job that included…” he hesitated for a heartbeat, which she thought was searching for an unfamiliar word, “a bonus like that.” “It’s Kieran’s bad luck that staying out of sight means he has to miss it,” Madoc agreed. “It’s even worth being…

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Turn 10 pt3

(chapter continued from previous post) “If you have proof of that,” Narcissa said coolly, “then your duty, and your own self-interest as heir to one of those countries, would dictate that you take steps to eradicate them.” He shook his head. “You don’t understand. No one can. They’re immortal. They live forever, never growing old and weak and ill.” “Beings that are not human have infiltrated several governments and are directing affairs to their own ends with no one the wiser? That sounds mad, Brykhon.” “It does, I know, but it’s the truth.” He leaned closer. “They’ve chosen me. Dromas…

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Turn 10 pt2

(chapter continued from previous post) Tyrel felt his ears flatten, and forced himself to relax physically. He couldn’t help if Narcissa had to banish her unruly pet. Would she spot it? The same sunlight that would help hide her would do the same for him, especially without eye contact. Evander would probably see, but how could he tell Narcissa, either? He lost track of the formal greetings, mind racing. How could he alert Narcissa? The prince couldn’t have changed long ago, since there was no obvious discrepancy between his age and Narcissa’s; his skin might have been aristocrat-fair to begin…

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