Calder slouched against the bridge’s wood, impatiently tapping his fingers. She was late.
“Interesting definition of alone.” Her voice was more worn than he recalled.
Chances
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Banshees
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Radiance
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Too Many Chefs
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Foolish Pride
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Thief
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Rescued
Silence. Strange since it’d been, what, an hour, maybe two since noise had shattered his decades long solitude. Waiting for his heart to slow, Calder shoved the man off
Served Cold
“Why?” Spittle struck Calder’s brow. “Why? Because it was a freezing night when the natives took up arms.”
“I know. I was there when Yelena died.” His voice broke on her name.
Nameless
Reeling, Calder struggled to move. Blast, that’d been his good stool.
“Stop it.” Despite his head ringing, he heard Sorrell struggling with their attackers. A strike, a grunt, and Calder heard no more from the boy.
