No Turning Back
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"Did you see that?"
"She ripped him apart!"
"I can't look; it's so horrible!"
The whispers finally penetrated Fulenthen's foggy mind. She raised her head and used the last of her strength to stand. She wasn't in pain, but Lord was she tired. She'd chased the Drone across half the city over half the day, waiting patiently for him to get out of the crowds to some place without too many people to get hurt. Absorbing the blasts from such an old Sukker, even with the beast's help, was more exhausting than running twenty leagues in her own body.
There was nothing she could do for the poor young man lying in his own blood at her feet. It would be for those standing around, criticizing and gossiping, to find his family and lay him to rest. On impulse, she bent down and straightened him out, crossing his hands over his chest and smoothing his face. Little enough.
"Alright, everyone!" a man's voice rang out. "We've all work to do; let's get about it! Come on, move along! The Constables will be here in a moment, so let's get clear. You two, help this woman inside and get her something to drink. Men, if you're not doing anything, then let's get to work on clearing this rubble."
Graig organized the crowd of on-lookers into a working team. Gradually they stopped staring at Fulenthen, standing immobile over her victim.
Graig took a moment to look up at her. "Are you alright? Fulenthen Sonelion?"
It took her a moment to reply. "Yes. I will be fine."
"You can make it back to … ah, the Temple?"
"Yes. I will be able to return there on my own, Mr. Graig," she replied with the tiny amount of irritation that was all she could muster. He brightened.
"You remember me?" he chirped with his customary grin.
"Yes, Mr. Graig. I remember everyone I've Hunted." She glanced down at the reporter and left the alley-way.
Chapter 18
"Will you look at this!" Lyshunda slapped a news-paper on the table of the common room.
"What is it?" Satherlin inquired softly, the same exhaustion every one of them felt making his voice rasp slightly.
"Look at what our little Sister has been up to!" Lyshunda stabbed her finger at the headline.
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