Deline wished for some sort of storm, some intrusion – even a beast or another bounty hunter. If she closed her eyes and tried, if she prayed her hardest, would a Bear show up from The Bear?
It was unlikely. She took a few breaths and smiled at Carrone, although she thought the smile was as shaky as she felt.
Damnit, why did this matter? He’d already tried to kill her. He’d already saved her life. He already hated her for using magery. And she already wasn’t all that fond of him for trying to kill her, along with everything else.
“I haven’t lied yet,” she told him slowly. “My name is Deline.” Continue reading