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This was the first town we’d come across with enough road to sport an intersection, never mind anything resembling traffic.
Buildings pressed in on either side of the cobbled street, with second stories expanding above, almost close enough for the occupants on either side to lean out and swap a cup of sugar.
The shout barely carried over the bustling morning crowds. Pedestrians and horses danced about each other.
Kai and Tae clearly saw something they didn’t like, closing ranks in front of me.
“Hey.” I poked Kai in his unprotected ribs, but his gloved hand only closed over mine in response. “What are you two doing?”
He reeled me in until my front pressed along his back.
“Kai, what the hell?”
“Quiet, Noona,” Tae hissed. “And don’t move.”
“What is going on?”
“We’re hiding you, duh.” Tae’s tail curled around my hip, further keeping me close.
“You realize I’m the one with proper armor and weapons, right?”
“You’re also the one these bastards are looking for,” Kai said softly. “So cooperate, please.”
I squeaked when Kai spun around, crowding me against the closest building. The pair of them towered over me, Tae with his back to us, ignoring or ignorant of the way Kai’s gaze warmed.
Kai’s hand glided along my cheek, slipping under my hair. He anchored me there, my breathing stuttering as his lips traced the line of my jaw. Distantly, I heard heavy footsteps, the distinctive clank of heavier armor. A mix of chuckles and rude cheers egged Kai on as they passed, his shaky exhale warming my cheek.
Tae’s tail thumped Kai’s side, knocking him away from me. “Let’s get the hell out of here. Now, please.”
“Somewhere private sounds good.” Kai smirked.
“You two are so gross.”
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