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Hi, my name is -Five-
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| Created: 2012-02-11 16:53:23 |
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A/N: Slow update is slow. Because I had fanfiction to write, which is more important, somehow. XD
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After having recovered from the surprise and having been fully able to process everything, Nasya and Virgil made their way down the hall back to the front door. When walking past the ajar basement door Nasya shot it a sidelong glance and it made her stomach knot. She tried to avert her attention, but the chaotic hallway and fragmented door offered no preferable alternative. She shivered as she followed Virgil out into the cold night air, which had cooled down even more from its temperature earlier that night.
Virgil paused on the front porch. He drew a hand through his hair which, as Nasya had noticed before, was something he did when he was lost in thought.
“You still don’t want to leave, do you?”
“Of course I don’t. But he’s right, we have to.” He halted his dramatic staring off into space and turned to face her. “It just doesn’t feel right. I mean, look at us. We’re wearing his clothes for crying out loud, we can’t just leave him behind.” Nasya plucked at the fabric of the oversized sweater; she had forgotten all about it until Virgil mentioned it.
It was unusual to hear him being this moralistic about anything. She had grown used to him holding a general dislike or at least disinterest for everyone and everything, to a degree where it made him an all-round unlikeable person. Something about Jamie made him care, though. Care and worry in a way she had only ever seen him do for her before.
“You recognise a lot of yourself in Jamie, don’t you?”
He smirked, but not with much amusement. “He’s like a cheerier, more emo-looking version of me - who is less embarrassed by public nudity than I would’ve been.”
“The cheeriness seems fake to me. Mostly, anyway.”
Virgil shrugged. “Regardless, he’s more likeable than I am, but besides that I feel he's a lot like me.”
Nasya doubted if she should say what she wanted to say. She knew how Virgil hated to talk about it, but she also knew it would make him appreciate Jamie more, and he needed that. He needed people he could like.
“His parents are afraid of him. It’s stronger than their love.”
“Don’t say that!” Virgil yelled suddenly, startling her. “Why would you say that?”
“Because it’s true!” There was no reason for her to shout, but she had been startled and now found she was being overly defensive as a result. “You heard how he said they leave when he needs them most, because they can’t stand hearing him turn into a wolf. And I saw family photos, too. You- you can literally tell the very moment he became a werewolf, they kind of shy away from him, and don’t smile the way they used to.”
Virgil did not say a word. He would not look at her either, he was just studying his shoes, as if they had suddenly accumulated a great amount of interest.
“It’s like they suddenly didn’t have the courage to come near him any more,” she continued.
“To them, it’s probably like he’s not their son any more. They probably think he’s some kind of abhorrent dangerous changeling that they were cursed with as a punishment for the way they kept taking everything in life for granted.” It was unusually articulate for something he made up on the spot, and it made Nasya consider it might have been something his parents had said to him once.
“Virgil I’m sorry. I don’t know why I said that, I-“
“Don’t. You haven’t done anything wrong. Come with me.” Like a bolt from the blue he jumped off the porch and started walking around the house.
“What are you doing?” Without having much of a choice, she followed after him.
“I’m going to spy on him. At least until we’re sure he’ll be okay.”
“Virgil, you can’t do that!” She grabbed his shoulder and yanked at him to spin him around. He rolled his eyes and looked at her in exasperation. “He told us to leave. You’re the one who said we didn’t have a choice but to do what he said.”
“We left, didn’t we? We’re out of the house. He never said we had to go /home/, he only said we had to go /away/. This is away. This is his yard.”
“Virgil!” She was whispering, but whispering loudly, trying to make it sound like a shout. Trudging after him again her shoes occasionally slipped in the mud, nearly tripping her up a few times round. It had been muddy everywhere tonight, yet she had not noticed it raining today, it must have passed her by while she was too preoccupied with other things.
They moved around the house with Virgil peering into the windows as they went, but apparently not seeing anything worthwhile, because he did not pause. Turning the corner around the house they emerged into a large yard with neat geometrical flowerbeds, pebbled paths and a pond that seemed rather obsolete so close to the river. Where the yard ended, there began the large fenced pasture stretching from the river around the other side of the house to the front yard.
With pebbles crunching under their feet, they walked around to the back door, before which Virgil stopped for a moment to catch a glimpse of the hall through the rolled glass.
“Can you see anything?” she inquired, deciding that if she was going to go along with him she might as well take part. A sigh was her reply.
“I don’t even know what I’m hoping to find, where I have to look. We don’t know where he went, or what he’s doing. I just want to know what on earth his plan is.” Just then, a loud, hoarse beastly cry came only a few feet from their left and Nasya screamed in surprise. She jumped back and looked frantically into the darkness, trying to discern what made the noise while she unknowingly cowered behind Virgil.
“What the hell is that?”
Virgil laughed, despite the air of worry he had had all night. “Honestly? You’re that jumpy? There’s nothing to be scared of.” The sound came again, louder and longer this time.
“Why are you being like that? What is it?”
He looked at her with an arched brow. “It’s a donkey, Nas.” He started in the direction of the pasture, where the noise had come from, and stopped in front of the fence. There were three nearly identical fuzzy, dark equine heads looking at him mistrustfully, their big brown eyes observing the humans with concern. The smallest of the three thrust its head closer, and released another cry.
“They’re kinda cute. But the little one doesn’t like us much.” He reached out to one of the others, who looked less paranoid and more curious, to pat it on the head, but the smallest lunged out and tried to bite him. He jerked back his hand right on time.
“Easy there! You little pri'ck,” he said smilingly. Nasya was baffled. There was something almost magical about donkeys, and especially about the way they can make people smile in even the most worrisome of times, regardless of how inclined to bite and quick-tempered they might be.
"I hadn't figured Jamie and his family for the kind of people who'd keep donkeys," Nasya mused.
"Why do you think this one's being so noisy? He hasn't shut up for even a second and it's not like we're doing anything to tick him off.”
As if to answer his question, the donkey looked away from them and turned to face the opposite side, not deeming them worthy of his attention and making it clear they were only temporarily the centre of attention because they approached him. The other two, who were apparently his sheep backed away from the two teens and moved closer to their wise donkey leader, who continued crying into the distance, while not moving.
"What do you think he's looking at? I don't think there's anything there." Virgil did not give her more time to think when he grabbed her wrist and pulled her back, away from the pasture. He ran to the side of the house, dragging her with him and stopped when he had dragged her behind a hedge adjacent the house. He knelt down and motioned her to do the same.
"Virgil? Why are we hiding behind a shrub?"
"Be quiet. Someone's coming, the donkey can sense it."
"We're taking orders from a donkey now?" She was a bit sceptical but he did not allow her when he put his hand over her mouth and hushed her.
They sat there for a while, unmoving, listening. Nothing happened, they heard nothing but the increasingly distressed donkey. Just as Nasya was about to say that they should probably just leave and come back to check on Jamie in the morning, Virgil perked up. He held his finger by his ear and looked at her, to indicate he heard something and wanted her to listen for it.
Then she heard the voices. Several of them, though she could not quite determine how many yet. They were coming from the opposite side of the pasture, near the front door.
"God, William just turns into a foghorn whenever any of us are around, doesn't he?" she heard a girl say with irritation.
"He doesn't like us much, though I can't blame him, I'd hate us too if I were a donkey." This voice was male. Not only did these people sound like they had been here before, they apparently knew the name of the noisy donkey. /But who on earth are they, and what are they doing here?/ She could see Virgil was thinking more or less the same.
"Can you guys stop being so dam'ned peppy? This is serious. Did he specifically give us permission to come in?" The third person, another girl, sounded upset.
"What are you scared of? It's not like they'll blame us if we do it without his permission. It needs to be done." The owner of the male voice was clearly challenging.
"She has a point. You should remember what happened the last time you broke the rules."
"I never had a problem with what happened."
"I don't see why you have to go with us anyway, you've never been able to work with us well."
Suddenly, they all fell silent. Nasya cocked her head to try and hear if she was missing something, but she knew she could not know what was happening and why a silence had fallen unless she could see these people. The silence dragged on seemingly for ages while she and Virgil were listening hoping for any trace of sound whatsoever. All remained quiet, even the donkey, /William/ -she found herself noting like it was of importance- had ceased his racket and had instead backed away to the river side of the pasture where he stood under the cover of a wooden shed. She began to wonder if the people had gone, but immediately dismissed the idea, she would have heard them leave. She failed to notice, however, that she had never heard them arrive in the first place.
"You go on ahead, I'll deal with this." The sudden recurrence of the male's voice in the silent night startled her after waiting for it so intently. The strange sound she had heard twice before that night, the sound of the broken boards of the front door being pushed aside to allow entry, followed this statement and she found herself looking at Virgil for answers. As if he would be able to tell her why these people were here, and if they should have to warn them not to go inside. Jamie had said so himself, it was dangerous.
Virgil could not offer any answers, and sat still kneeling on the ground, thinking. They definitely could not leave now, not until they knew what was going on, but how would they go about finding that out without getting in more trouble, or upsetting Jamie by not doing what he told them to?
"And who might you two be?" The voice gave her a tiny heart-attack and both she and Virgil jumped to their feet to look at the person that spoke, standing behind them.
The owner of it was a young man, who appeared to be a few years older than them both, with his arms crossed and an inquisitive look on his face.
"Who are you?" Virgil demanded gruffly, trying his best to not let the fact that he was startled shine through and shake the foundation of his intimidation attempt.
"I asked first," the other responded, not with humour but sounding almost offended. "Who are you and what are you doing here? You're not supposed to be here."
"We're Jamie's friends, we have a reason to be here."
"Really? So I'm guessing the fact that I've known him for almost a year now and have never seen you before doesn't give me a right to doubt that? Or how about the fact that you were hiding behind a hedge in his garden? I'm not one to judge, but that's shady."
Something about his demeanour was unsettling. The way he spoke sounded arrogant and sarcastic and would testify of confidence. His behaviour on the other hand, horribly contradicted the weight of his words. He appeared fearful and nervous, his black eyes constantly flitting from Nasya to Virgil, trying to keep them both in check. His muscles were so tensed he was shaking under the self-exerted pressure and he kept his hands in front of his chest he entire time, fiddling with one of the rings on his left hand whenever he talked, almost as if he had to draw strength from it before being able to speak. Nasya could not decide if this behaviour meant she had to be afraid of him or whether it meant he was completely harmless because he was too preoccupied with whatever was making him nervous to form any threat.
"Who's the more suspicious figure here is not what's important right now," she said making her voice as calm and kindly as she could, understanding it was probably unwise to startle him. "What's important is that the people you came with, those girls, they really should not have gone inside. It's dangerous. Before we continue being suspicious of each other, we should first get them out of there before something goes wrong."
"Oh god," the man sighed, turning his ring again. "Why did you have to go and say that? Now I don't know what I'm supposed to do with you two any more." His voice broke at the end of the sentence, making it sound like a mockery of a question. "Why can't you just be scared and leave, like I expected you to?" His voice became increasingly more high-pitched as he continued. Nasya crossed her arms, she noticed her words were being largely ignored and that this man failed to see the gravity of the situation.
"I'm serious. Look, I don't know what you know, but it's really not a good idea for any of us to linger here." An accusative look was sent to Virgil while she said this. "You should call your friends back and then we'll all leave and we can talk this out later, if you want."
He spun around and looked at her with his face suddenly awash with anger. "They're not my friends! Don't call them that."
"Okay, sorry. I didn't mean to upset you. I'm just worried."
His eyebrow twitched briefly, like he tried to suppress a change of expression.
"Don't be. They're already gone."
"What do you mean they're already gone?" This time it was Virgil that spoke. "We just heard them go inside a few minutes ago."
"They're already gone, and they took Jamie with them, like we were supposed to do."
"They took him?" Virgil looked at him utterly astounded. "Just how crazy are you? He'll kill them!"
"Please don't yell."
Nasya looked at the man carefully, studying his expressions.
"Just what in the hell do you plan to do with him anyway? You can't just take him, that's kidnapping."
"I said, please don't yell. I don't want to make anyone upset."
"I'll fuc'king yell if I want to!"
As if he had then decided he was no longer there, the man turned away from Virgil and directed himself to Nasya, visibly trying his best to pretend Virgil was not raising his voice at him. "Are you upset, too?"
She wanted to kick Virgil in the shins, for being so inconsiderate to someone who was clearly no good at dealing with people. Unless Virgil did not notice, in that case she still needed to kick him for being so dense.
"No, I'm okay. But I'd like to know who you are and what you're planning to do with Jamie. Why would you come here?"
"I don't think I can tell you that. I'll get in trouble." He seemed legitimately remorseful. "And I'm going to have to take you with me. Both of you. I can't let you go without assessing if you're a threat, that'll get me in trouble too."
"The hell you are." Virgil tried to grab his shoulder to turn him to face him again, hating to be ignored, but the man was faster than him. Before Virgil even had a chance to touch him, the man had lashed out in a panic and struck him against the cheek. The impact sent Virgil down to his knees, spitting a curse.
"Virgil!" Nasya shot down to check the damage. Virgil's cheek was bleeding, it had not been cut, but the skin had torn from sheer force, the area around it red and already starting to swell.
"Dam'n it." He swore, carefully touching his tender skin and flinching when he hurt himself, sucking in a sharp breath through his teeth. "I am being attacked way too much for just one night."
"I'm sorry!" The man had backed away and was fretting with his rings again, all of them this time instead of just the one. "I didn't mean to do that, you scared me."
Nasya sighed and left Virgil for what he was to look at the jittery figure now standing a few feet away from them.
"What's your name?"
"What?"
"If we're going to come with you, we want to at least know your name. I'm Nasya." She looked back to Virgil, who had jumped to his feet, eager to show he was not taken aback quite this easily and was now glaring at the man furiously while still trying to assess the severity of his facial contusion. She thought a part of him was probably afraid this would influence the way he looked, would ruin his face, but the most part of him was just angry that he had not seen the slap coming in time to stop it. "This is Virgil," she added, unsure if the man even wanted to know that. However, she could not start off already aiding the antagonisation between the two. If they wanted to do that on their own she would not try to stop it, but she did not want to have any part in it.
The man was silent for a while and looked at her carefully, weighing his options.
"I'm Talyon."
"Are you a werewolf, Talyon?"
"Of course not. That would be silly. No werewolf in his right mind would be outside at this time." The change in his voice was astounding. He suddenly had an air of self-certainty now that the subject of conversation had returned to something he knew of. He looked like he felt like he was in control again, and suddenly acted like a whole different person.
"That's why it was so important to come get Jamie in the first place. If he's locked up it's all fine, but if he's at a chance of escaping he gets to call us, and we'll take him to safety."
"Other people's safety, not his own."
“If that's how you want to see it, yes."
"So then what are you? You and those girls? You're obviously not afraid of Jamie, you could hear us all the way from the front door, you could sneak up on us without making a sound," she looked at Virgil, testing his mood before going on, "and you can pack quite some force into a simple slap. I don't think you're human at all."
"I don't think I can tell you that." The uncertainty had returned to his voice.
"Then how are we supposed to trust you?"
"You're not. I'm not meant to politely ask you to come with me, you just have to."
"But we're prepared to come along willingly." She held up a hand in Virgil's direction without looking at him, to stop him from saying whatever she sensed he was about to say. The hand sent him a clear message, /Yes, we are prepared. Don't interfere./
"But only if you promise you won't hurt either of us again," she added.
"I didn't mean to! He startled me!" and the confidence was completely gone.
"I know. I'm just asking you to try." He made a whimpering noise as a response.
"What are you supposed to do with us? Why were you sent here?"
"We weren't sent here for you two. I don't know who you are and we didn't know anyone else was even going to be here. But as long as I don't know what you know, I'm going to have to take you with me so the others can assess if you're a threat. I'm not allowed to make those kind of decisions, I'm not even supposed to be here, but there was no one else available tonight." She could not help but notice that he was repeating himself a lot.
"Where do you intend to take us? Is it the same place where Jamie is now?"
"Yes. I'm supposed to just return to the others, they took Jamie, and I'll have to take you because they heard you too. I swear if I'd been alone I would've just let you go, because I don't believe you're the bad guys. But I'll get in trouble if I do that."
"Virgil? You just wanted to make sure Jamie was okay, right? If we go with Talyon you can go see for yourself if he is. You can always decide to get angry when we get there. Will you come along?" Virgil did not reply. He had been uncharacteristically quiet since he had been struck while she had been doing more talking then she was used to. He nodded, stiffly, but it was clear that he did not agree. However, when it came down to it, he would trust Nasya's judgement more than his own and follow her lead, so she had come to notice over the years.
“So you’ll come with me?” Talyon seemed happy, maybe because their cooperation would keep him from ‘getting into trouble’ as he so frequently phrased it.
Virgil rolled his eyes and huffed but after an accusative look from Nasya he conceded. "Yes, we're coming with you."
"Great. Erm, thank you. I- erm... follow me." Having probably not expected this to go so easily and without resistance, Talyon was at a loss how to respond. He turned away and started walking around the house, not ever checking to make sure if they were following him. They were, though, obediently, and mostly out of curiosity. Nasya followed closely, but soon got tracked behind when she noticed Virgil walking slowly and only half-heartedly. Her pace slowed down while she kept an eye on him, trying to determine if he was walking at all. He was, but his tempo was low as he moved through the mud sulking.
After getting off the family's property, Talyon started to follow the main road that led back to the city, trudging along the shoulder. Several yards behind him, Virgil had given up on his grumpy silence and caught up to Nasya's quicker start with his hands shoved in his pockets. It irritated Nasya a little how he could overtake her so casually, but she decided to place the blame on her short legs rather than Virgil and braced for what he had to say.
"Explain to me why we're doing this? And don't say it's so we can check on Jamie, because you and I both know he can take care of himself. The only danger was for others, not for him," he whispered, his voice a hiss of irritation and thinly veiled confusion. She wanted to point out how there was little point in whispering, since Talyon could probably hear them anyway. If he had heard them when they had said nothing and only breathed hiding behind the hedge, odds are he would hear them talking now.
"I couldn't help but think of Roy, and of the things he said."
"I don't see what that has to do with this."
"Didn't you say so to him yourself? Someone made him do what he did, someone was influencing him. Someone also intended to harm Jamie when they sabotaged him. I think that these people that Talyon is taking us to, are either responsible, or they know who is. Don't you want to know?"
"Oh yes, it's a neat plan if you manage to overlook the obvious fact that they could be the bad guys. What if they plan to kill us as soon as they find out you're playing detective?"
"Don't you think they would've already?" She noticed Talyon had stopped to let them catch up, without looking. He was constantly keeping an eye on his surroundings, nervously and wound up, but did not seem to bother watching them. Clearly, they were not what concerned him. They hushed down completely when they walked up by his side. He had entered a suburban area and was walking straight across streets and porches and even cut through the public gardens without much evident concern of doing damage.
Nasya looked at the houses with their randomly alternating patterns of still lit and already unlit windows and suddenly thought of something.
She felt for her pocket for her cell phone and found with relief that it was still where she had put it when she left her home earlier -days earlier it felt like- that night. She could have easily lost it along the way that night, during one of her scuffles or more innocently in Jamie's parent's bathroom while she changed, and she had not thought about it until this moment, had not bothered to check before. She took it out, slid it open and then hesitated as she held it in front of her.
Virgil noticed and raised an inquisitive eyebrow at her. "What's up?"
"I need to tell my parents that I won't be home for another while, before they send out the cavalry. But I don't know if I can lie to my mother."
"Good luck telling her the truth then, I'm sure that'll put her at ease."
"I'm not saying I don’t want to lie, I'll pretty much have to, I just don't know if I'll be able to without letting her catch on. I'm not very good at that."
"Then just text her."
"I can't do that either, she'll just get more suspicious. Then she'll start wondering why I didn't just call her if I did have the time to text."
Virgil huffed. "It's time like these when I'm glad I have parents that just don't care where I go or what I do. At least they're not as paranoid as yours." He said it jokingly but Nasya saw he was not smiling. She wondered whether that was because he did not find it as funny as he wanted her to believe or whether smiling hurt his bruised face.
She put the phone back in her pocket with a heavy feeling of guilt in her chest. It was almost midnight by now, far past the normal time when one would call their parents to let them know why the were not returning home that night. She had half a heart to not call at all, to see what trouble that will bring her in the morning. Thinking of possible excuses as to why she had gone off the radar, she did not take in her change of surroundings much. Only suddenly did she realise they had gone a long way already and were in an entirely different area of the town. The more expensive suburban homes having given way to apartment buildings from the fifties. She vaguely recognised this neighbourhood, but had no previous memories to associate it with. She had only ever passed through these streets, on her way to somewhere more significant or at times when she got lost because she had not been paying attention to her surroundings. Never had she been here purposefully. She knew of no one that lived in the area, even though, judging from the size and quantity of the buildings, chances were she must have met a resident at some point in time. Though she could not remember.
There was something to remember, though. She thought hard of what this place reminded her of, there was something nagging at the back of her mind, something that she connected to these buildings but she could not think of it. There had once been a small shopping centre near here, to supply the population but it had closed down years ago.
/Along with that/ she thought as the large building loomed up from behind an apartment block; the old confectionery factor.
It had closed down years ago, before she was even born. Her father had told her that it used to be a thriving business, supplying for a multi-national chain of brands and that it had supplied the major portion of employment for the people in the area. It had been the reason these apartments had been built in the first place, for the factory workers to live in. After it lost its contract connecting it to the major brands, it had moved on to small-scale production in the local area and had laid off a lot of workers. After that enterprise failed as well, it bankrupted and was closed down. She remembered hearing that the municipality had plans for tearing the building down, to build an all new shopping centre to replace the old one, but these were halted because the building was apparently a historical monument.
"This is it?" Virgil asked, which struck her as odd, because she had no expected him to address Talyon at all for the rest of the night.
"Yes, this is it." Talyon sounded a little annoyed, like it was apparent and he should not have to point it out. Virgil and Nasya both looked at the large weathered stone building before them with its broken windows, crumbling walls and wide array of graffiti decorations.
"You /live/ here?" Nasya wondered as she approached the chain link fence that had been worn down over the years and did not seem like it would do much in keeping out trespassers.
"Of course not. I'm not a squatter, I have a real home. This is just a gathering place, a head quarters if you will." She noticed how stable his voice was, how his body seemed to relax and his muscles had stopped shaking. He felt safe here, and they were not even inside yet. There were still several yards of barren dirt land in between them and the factory.
Talyon walked along the fence for a few feet, and then pointed them to a hole in the chain link, sufficiently large enough for any of them to pass through with ease, provided they ducked.
"After you," he said it to Nasya, but Virgil went ahead, looking back over his shoulder when he was through, as if proving a point. Nasya followed suit, and half-expected something to jump out at her and attack her for coming here.
"For someone who's being expected here, it sure looks a lot like you're breaking in," jeered Virgil while Talyon made his way through.
"It helps keep a low profile if we don't install a door."
"Yes of course, because that's so much worse than having to duck through a fence every time you come in."
"I don't usually go in this way. This is the visitors' entrance, I thought I'd be polite and escort you through. Besides, keeping a low profile is good, because as long as no one knows there's people her, no one has to pay for the building."
Despite the whole of the building and its surroundings looking desolate and abandoned, there was a freshly worn path in the dirt leading to the front door, indicating people took it frequently and recently.
As they approached, Nasya could do a better job at making out the graffiti on the walls. It was plastered all over reaching all the way up the four floors even at precariously high and hard to reach locations. It made her wonder how anyone got up there to do them. Most of the tags were old, but despite that, each had their own place, and no newer works seemed to have obscured their predecessors. All the paintings seemed to adhere the unwritten rule that one does not tag over previously drawn work. All but one.
Like a big /scre'w you/ to the rules of graffiti art and many other things as well, the huge red letters jumped out at her in the dark, as they had doubtlessly been intended to. No too much effort was put into making them look aesthetically pleasing, they were not of an unusual hard to read typeface or a complex complementary colour scheme, they were just one shade of red, plain, square and huge. Dripping near the edges, as if not done with much care for the preservation of the art, the paint spelled out one word: Outcasts.
"Should we take this as a hint of what we are to find inside?" Virgil asked sarcastically as soon as he noticed that Nasya had paused to looked at it, and that Talyon had paused to let her.
"I don't see how it's any of your concern what others think of us. You should keep yourselves occupied with what you think of us." He pulled at the front door. Nasya was almost surprised when it just opened. She had expected there to at least be a lock, for a place that looks so intimating, but it was just open. Then again, she felt they need not fear anyone trespassing. She thought, anyone who knew what was to be found here, who knew more than she did, would not even consider it.
"Are you coming?" Talyon had been watching her the whole time and had at some point decided the admiring of the backstreet art had gone on long enough.
She nodded. With a feeling of apprehension that reminded her of the rest of the night, she followed him inside. |
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