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A word or was it a name? screamed through Chane's thoughts.
Ubad!
Whispering, unintelligible sounds filtered through Chane's mind. Afraid that
the undead sought to cast his own spell, Chane rushed him again, but the room
filled with swirling clouds of gray. He lost sight of his quarry and couldn't
see anything. As he thrashed about, the vapor began to thin almost as quickly
as it had appeared, and the clouds vanished.
The sorcerer was gone. There was only Wynn staring at him from her corner
before she slumped to the floor.
Her brown eyes wide with disbelief, the image of her oval face hit Chane as
if he'd run into a wall. It had been so long since he'd seen her. He stumbled
over to drop down beside her on the floor.
"You are burned, " she whispered.
There was a sickly pallor to her skin, something brought on by more than
fear, and she kept blinking her eyes. Her hands shook as she clung to the
crossbow.
"It is nothing that I can't heal on my own, " he said.
"Is he gone? Is Vordana gone?"
"Yes, I believe so... though I'm not certain how or why. A sorcerer has no
use for conjuring vessels. I hoped it was something he needed to maintain his
existence. "
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Chane reached out to help her up, and she shrank away from him. Her gaze
wandered over him as if she were looking for... looking at something on him.
He glanced down to his scorched boots and breeches.
"I will be all right, " he assured her.
The reality of his presence seemed to dawn upon her. "What are you doing
here?"
"I saw that thing coming after you. I couldn't let him "
She shook her head, brown braid slipping from her hood. "That is not... you
know what I meant. "
How could he lie to her, keep her from telling the dhampir? How could he find
some gladness in her eyes at the sight of him? The only times in his new
existence he had been truly content were those sitting at a study table with
her, delving into ancient parchments and sipping mint tea. He clung to the
truth buried in a half-lie and held out his hand.
"I came after you, " he said. "This backward country with its ignorant
peasants is no place for you. I have a good horse that can carry us both back
to Bela and your guild. I am not what you think, and with your help, we can
make Domin Tilswith understand. "
Her round eyes widened even more.
"Please. I would do anything you ask, " he said, "if we can just go back to
Bela and try to live as we did before. "
Chane had never begged in his life.
One tear ran down Wynn's cheek. She dropped the crossbow in her lap and put
her shaking hands to her head.
"Do you still feed on human blood? Do you still hunt and kill for your
existence? Would you stop this for me?"
Chane tensed. How could he make her understand that most mortals were cattle
not worth her concern? They meant nothing. Only the few, such as her and Domin
Tilswith, truly mattered.
When he did not answer, Wynn wiped her face with her sleeve. She stopped
crying but wouldn't look at him.
"Did you see where the others ran off to?" she asked quietly. "Do you know
what Vordana did to them?"
For an instant she had shown concern for him, but now her thoughts were for
her companions. He had poured out his most honest desire, and she spoke only
of Magiere and Leesil and their dog.
"They were panicked. I would guess that creature played their thoughts
against them, perhaps buried them in false impressions, even fears. "
"I have to find them, " Wynn said, and another tear slid down her face. "You
cannot follow us. If Magiere knows, if she sees you, she will try to take your
head. So will Leesil. "
Now she was telling him what to do?
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"Don't you miss the guild?" he asked. "Our evenings together?"
"Oh, Chane. " Her voice broke as she dropped her head low. "Go away! Even if
I do, it was not real. You lied about what you are, and now I have to lie to
Magiere and Leesil for you. Get on your horse and escape while you can. "
Wynn stood up, bracing herself with one hand on the workbench. When Chane
reached out to steady her, she froze for a moment. She did not pull away from
his touch but neither would she look at him. She put the crossbow strap over
her shoulder and walked to the door.
"I know everything has been spoiled and lost for you, " she said barely above
a whisper. "And I am grateful you were here tonight, but you must go away. Get
as far from us as you can. "
Wynn left him standing there, and Chane did not try to stop her.
Chapter 9
Shadowed silhouettes flitted between the trees to either side of Magiere as
she ran through the woods trying to escape. Each time she swerved to chase one
down, it faded back into the forest beyond her reach. These skulking
companions made hunger burn in her throat. When her night sight widened, she
saw the glint of crystalline eyes in each dark presence.
Undead trailed her every move.
"We hunt, " a voice whispered off to her right. "And you hunt. "
"We hunger, " from her left. "And you hunger. "
One of the dark shapes appeared ahead of her between two wilting fir trees.
Magiere slid to a stop, her grip tightening on the falchion's hilt.
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A word or was it a name? screamed through Chane's thoughts.
Ubad!
Whispering, unintelligible sounds filtered through Chane's mind. Afraid that
the undead sought to cast his own spell, Chane rushed him again, but the room
filled with swirling clouds of gray. He lost sight of his quarry and couldn't
see anything. As he thrashed about, the vapor began to thin almost as quickly
as it had appeared, and the clouds vanished.
The sorcerer was gone. There was only Wynn staring at him from her corner
before she slumped to the floor.
Her brown eyes wide with disbelief, the image of her oval face hit Chane as
if he'd run into a wall. It had been so long since he'd seen her. He stumbled
over to drop down beside her on the floor.
"You are burned, " she whispered.
There was a sickly pallor to her skin, something brought on by more than
fear, and she kept blinking her eyes. Her hands shook as she clung to the
crossbow.
"It is nothing that I can't heal on my own, " he said.
"Is he gone? Is Vordana gone?"
"Yes, I believe so... though I'm not certain how or why. A sorcerer has no
use for conjuring vessels. I hoped it was something he needed to maintain his
existence. "
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Chane reached out to help her up, and she shrank away from him. Her gaze
wandered over him as if she were looking for... looking at something on him.
He glanced down to his scorched boots and breeches.
"I will be all right, " he assured her.
The reality of his presence seemed to dawn upon her. "What are you doing
here?"
"I saw that thing coming after you. I couldn't let him "
She shook her head, brown braid slipping from her hood. "That is not... you
know what I meant. "
How could he lie to her, keep her from telling the dhampir? How could he find
some gladness in her eyes at the sight of him? The only times in his new
existence he had been truly content were those sitting at a study table with
her, delving into ancient parchments and sipping mint tea. He clung to the
truth buried in a half-lie and held out his hand.
"I came after you, " he said. "This backward country with its ignorant
peasants is no place for you. I have a good horse that can carry us both back
to Bela and your guild. I am not what you think, and with your help, we can
make Domin Tilswith understand. "
Her round eyes widened even more.
"Please. I would do anything you ask, " he said, "if we can just go back to
Bela and try to live as we did before. "
Chane had never begged in his life.
One tear ran down Wynn's cheek. She dropped the crossbow in her lap and put
her shaking hands to her head.
"Do you still feed on human blood? Do you still hunt and kill for your
existence? Would you stop this for me?"
Chane tensed. How could he make her understand that most mortals were cattle
not worth her concern? They meant nothing. Only the few, such as her and Domin
Tilswith, truly mattered.
When he did not answer, Wynn wiped her face with her sleeve. She stopped
crying but wouldn't look at him.
"Did you see where the others ran off to?" she asked quietly. "Do you know
what Vordana did to them?"
For an instant she had shown concern for him, but now her thoughts were for
her companions. He had poured out his most honest desire, and she spoke only
of Magiere and Leesil and their dog.
"They were panicked. I would guess that creature played their thoughts
against them, perhaps buried them in false impressions, even fears. "
"I have to find them, " Wynn said, and another tear slid down her face. "You
cannot follow us. If Magiere knows, if she sees you, she will try to take your
head. So will Leesil. "
Now she was telling him what to do?
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"Don't you miss the guild?" he asked. "Our evenings together?"
"Oh, Chane. " Her voice broke as she dropped her head low. "Go away! Even if
I do, it was not real. You lied about what you are, and now I have to lie to
Magiere and Leesil for you. Get on your horse and escape while you can. "
Wynn stood up, bracing herself with one hand on the workbench. When Chane
reached out to steady her, she froze for a moment. She did not pull away from
his touch but neither would she look at him. She put the crossbow strap over
her shoulder and walked to the door.
"I know everything has been spoiled and lost for you, " she said barely above
a whisper. "And I am grateful you were here tonight, but you must go away. Get
as far from us as you can. "
Wynn left him standing there, and Chane did not try to stop her.
Chapter 9
Shadowed silhouettes flitted between the trees to either side of Magiere as
she ran through the woods trying to escape. Each time she swerved to chase one
down, it faded back into the forest beyond her reach. These skulking
companions made hunger burn in her throat. When her night sight widened, she
saw the glint of crystalline eyes in each dark presence.
Undead trailed her every move.
"We hunt, " a voice whispered off to her right. "And you hunt. "
"We hunger, " from her left. "And you hunger. "
One of the dark shapes appeared ahead of her between two wilting fir trees.
Magiere slid to a stop, her grip tightening on the falchion's hilt.
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