The first one went down easy. Enough momentum and a stone wall were all it took. Pantomime was on the second one before he could make sense of what happened, his hands tightening around the man’s neck.
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“I knew you would see things my way.”
“We can’t risk letting her disappear,” her voice lowered as she spoke, “if she is one of your kind… do you understand what this could mean? What if there are more? Millhaven could finally be free from The Council’s reign.”
“Fine, I’ll do it.”
“But what if she is? Wouldn’t you want to at least try to do something?”
“For what purpose?” He snapped. “It sounds to me like you left the girl good as dead.”
“I cast a time loop over that part of Littlewater. Any person who enters the area will be forced into it. It will keep her safe for now, but it won’t last forever.”
“A dreamwalker?” He interrupted. “It couldn’t be. You and I both know that there hasn’t been another of my kind for almost a hundred years. The vampires made sure if that.”
“Fine. You have five minutes.”
“There’s a girl in Littlewater I need you to save,” she started to explain.
“Why can’t you save her yourself? You’re not exactly helpless,” Pantomime interjected.
Virtue shook her head. “Things are more complicated than that,” she replied. “There were men looking for her. Two of them. She managed to give them the slip…but I heard them talking. I’m guessing they were chasing her because she killed one of their friends…the way the described it. She sounds just like you. What if she’s another–”
“There’s something I need you to do for me, Pantomime.”
He sighed, shifting to rest his head on his hand. “I’m not interested.”
“I think you will be,” she said, “just hear me out.” The way she smiled as she spoke was unsettling.
“Virtue,” the slam of his book closing punctuated her name, “to what do I owe this pleasure?”
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