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days.
You didn't know about it?”
    Glancing
away, thinking about everything that had been happening lately, I
bit my lip. I
think Becky did mention that to me. “Sorry,
guess I've been a little busy.” To
put it mildly.
    Chuckling
deeply, Josef pulled back and folded his arms. The cords of muscle
bulged with such a simple motion. “It's a huge event, great
for business. Music, dancing, food and fun. I'll have a food stall
there, you see? You should go, enjoy yourself like young people are
supposed to!”
    Hugging
the bag close, the scent of the food making my head fuzzy, I sighed.
“Uh, maybe. We'll see about it.”
    ” Then
I'll see you there,” he said, winking at me. “Now, go
feed those hungry birds.”
    “ Sure
thing,” I said softly. “I bet they're ravenous.”
    I
couldn't walk fast enough to the park. When I finally made it, I
collapsed onto a bench and eagerly dug the brownie from the bag.
Birds were gathering at my feet, but I didn't care.
    Holding
the chocolate delight close, I took a small bite. It spread
lusciously across my tongue, smooth and thick all at once. Rich
sweetness coated my taste buds. I sighed contently.
    “ Sounds
like that's much better than stale bread.” Nethiun stood
beside me, his eyes as disturbingly eggshell white as I remembered.
    Jerking
sideways, my bag toppled over, spilling some slices to the ground.
In a flurry of feathers, the birds were on them. “You!”
I gasped, fingers squishing my brownie slightly.
    “ Me,”
he agreed, sitting down on the bench beside me.
    Like
the wood was made of lava, I jumped up, holding my brownie like a
weapon. “Why are you here?”
    Blinking,
he tilted his head at me. “I thought we already covered this?
I'm keeping an eye on you. Also,” he pointed, “your
brownie is melting.”
    Wincing,
I licked my thumb, hating the idea of wasting the precious snack.
    Smiling
firmly, he watched me with arched brows. “Good call.”
    Scowling,
I popped the whole thing in my mouth, chewing it away. “Last
night, you vanished again before I could finish asking you what the
hell has been going on.”
    “ You
seem a bit edgy.” Studying me intently, he made a soft sound.
“Hmn. I'm guessing something happened. Maybe with your friend
there, what's her name, Becky?”
    “ Stop
acting so familiar with me,” I grumbled, blushing at the
memory of my roommate and her lack of clothing. “And don't
change the subject. You're here, so tell me what happened last
night.”
    Leaning
back languidly, he motioned at the bench. “Have a seat, then,
if you want to talk.”
    Gritting
my teeth, I looked from the bench, to his infuriatingly calm face.
“If I sit, you'll answer my questions?”
    “ If
you don't sit down,” he said softly, a hint of heat bordering
on that smokey tone, “I certainly won't.”
    Kicking
the bag of bread away with my foot, I settled tensely across from
him. Even with the arm length of space between us, I felt way too
close.
    “ That
wasn't so hard, was it?”
    Blushing,
I tightened my jaw. “Tell me why you were fighting that other
thing last night.”
    “ Ah,
the other twaelin?” Rubbing his chin, he looked upwards. “I
was mostly trying to scare him off. He was getting too involved and
dangerous.”
    “ He
tried to kill you,” I said, baffled. “I mean, wasn't
that what was going on?”
    Chuckling,
he folded his hands on his lap. “Oh, no. That is, he was trying to hurt me, but just because he's a bit obsessed with
winning. No, he didn't try to kill me. He did, however,” he
said, lowering his voice as he peered at me with a sideways smile,
“try to kill you.”
    The
skin on the inside of my elbows felt clammy. “What? I...”
Holding my forehead, I gasped. “Oh my gosh, you mean that big
metal sign? He did that? It wasn't an accident?”
    “ Hardly.
Quite intentional, really.”
    Covering
my mouth, I felt my stomach bubbling with nausea. I'd assumed the
sign had been a fluke, and that Nethiun had rescued me from a