“Why are we just standing here?” Bysen looked up and down the alleyway, nerves sitting heavy on her chest. The street at the end of the alley was completely empty, but she couldn’t help the feeling that they were being watched. Around them, the night was too quiet.
“Patience. And don’t look so nervous. You’ll make an easy target.” Beside her, Ryker leaned against the wall, arms crossed, the very picture of leisure.
“Easy target for who?”
As if to answer her question, the air around them shifted, and she could taste the magic in it. She had to fight the urge to take flight, as every inch of her wanted to flee.
I’m in over my head. What am I doing here?
In front of them, the stone wall began to shift. Where a moment before it was solid and smooth, the surface began to ripple into the form of a woman. She seemed to melt off the wall, her form liquid until she was completely detached from the structure.
As if carved from stone herself, the woman was all sharp edges. Even in the dark, Bysen could tell she wasn’t human, but fey. The woman’s eyes shone in the night, and every inch of her oozed magic – more than even the most powerful mages in Bysen’s clan.
The woman’s eyes settled on Ryker, a single eyebrow raised. “Last I checked, you weren’t allowed out of your cage unsupervised.”
“Hello to you too, sister.”
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