”Ofcourse there is. What else d’ya think happened here?”
She steps over the scarlet puddle to better address the man. The live one, anyway.
“I didn’t push him over into a coincidentally red pond, y’know.”
and he's, without a doubt, on his guard. he can feel the heat surging through his body, prepared to man- ifest itself into flames in his palms, and his hand grips the jeweled hilt of his sword.
` why did you... ` he looks sick.















