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Authors: Chris Anne Wolfe
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Rox stood with her hands on her hips, every inch of her petite frame emanating frustration. “Just get back to the inn.”
The men stumbled out of the alley, Rox traveling behind to guard their rear. Adrian watched them go, her stomach sinking. She wasn’t likely to find more wandering Circle men with Rox keeping them in the inn.
Adrian grunted in frustration, her entire body aching for the kill, for movement, for action. Thinking of Rox, her taut curves hugged with leather, her eyes burning with confidence, only made the ache worse. Her wrist burned and she held it through her sleeve, her vice-like grip extinguishing the sensation.
Adrian swore under her breath and strode back onto to the main street through town, blending in with the handful of villagers still out for the night and the closed merchant stalls. Her head buzzed, the events of the night clouding her thoughts in a haze of desire and magic. She followed Rox and the Circle members back to the inn, careful to remain as unobtrusive and unremarkable as possible.
The inn was bustling with both locals and the Circle, the crowd so thick Adrian could slide into a corner seat near the kitchens without even the innkeeper noticing. The kitchen had been closed for the night, only tankards of ale flowed past the bar as patrons threw dice and told stories beside a small log fire.
The room was coated in grime, coal dust permanently infused in every plank of wood, every stone. It wasn’t an issue of cleanliness. The inn could be scoured hourly and still garner a thick layer of soot within minutes. Adrian was thankful for the residue, which clung to her cloak and coated her gloves. It helped her blend in with the burly workers relaxing with a drink before heading back into the mines.
Adrian leaned back in her chair, her hood pulled up just far enough to hide her hair, and studied her prey. There were just over a dozen Circle members scattered throughout the inn, only a portion of the full party. They had likely splintered into different inns to avoid suspicion.
Adrian’s eyes wandered to Rox, undoubtedly tied to the Circle but her distaste of the raiders obvious even without Blue Sight intuition. A water ferret scurried out of the folds of Rox’s cloak, circling her arms and hands as Rox chased it with her fingers. Adrian couldn’t help but look the smaller woman over and wonder what could bind such a women to the most vicious, deadly party to leave the Core since its inception.
“Anything to drink tonight, traveler?”
Adrian glanced up at a curvaceous blond waitress, her hair rippling past her bare shoulders. She had no connection or knowledge of the Circle or its activities. Adrian smiled slowly, taking in her slightly tanned skin, a permanent mark from the sun that betrayed a genetic connection to the Amazons.
Adrian leaned forward on her elbows, brazenly looking the woman over from head to toe, her face intentionally angled toward the light to reveal her features. She could sense the woman’s interest as she cautiously scanned Adrian’s narrow face, her ropey frame. Adrian grinned lightly. Perhaps there was more Amazon in this woman than just her skin.
“I’m not interested in drinks… what was your name?”
The woman blushed lightly, clasping her hands before her waist, her eyes flashing mischief. “Mary. And you are?”
“Only here for the night.”
Adrian reached out, placing a single hand lightly on Mary’s entwined fingers. Excitement sparked in her stomach, growing as quickly as her restlessness as the touch had no effect on her: no burning skin, no Blue Sight bonding. Mary would be the perfect distraction. “How late do you work tonight, Min ?”
Mary glanced nervously over her shoulder, scanning the bar and kitchens for who Adrian assumed to be her father. With a swift, inconspicuous motion Mary slid a small key across the table. Adrian immediately rested her hand over it, hiding it
Rox stood with her hands on her hips, every inch of her petite frame emanating frustration. “Just get back to the inn.”
The men stumbled out of the alley, Rox traveling behind to guard their rear. Adrian watched them go, her stomach sinking. She wasn’t likely to find more wandering Circle men with Rox keeping them in the inn.
Adrian grunted in frustration, her entire body aching for the kill, for movement, for action. Thinking of Rox, her taut curves hugged with leather, her eyes burning with confidence, only made the ache worse. Her wrist burned and she held it through her sleeve, her vice-like grip extinguishing the sensation.
Adrian swore under her breath and strode back onto to the main street through town, blending in with the handful of villagers still out for the night and the closed merchant stalls. Her head buzzed, the events of the night clouding her thoughts in a haze of desire and magic. She followed Rox and the Circle members back to the inn, careful to remain as unobtrusive and unremarkable as possible.
The inn was bustling with both locals and the Circle, the crowd so thick Adrian could slide into a corner seat near the kitchens without even the innkeeper noticing. The kitchen had been closed for the night, only tankards of ale flowed past the bar as patrons threw dice and told stories beside a small log fire.
The room was coated in grime, coal dust permanently infused in every plank of wood, every stone. It wasn’t an issue of cleanliness. The inn could be scoured hourly and still garner a thick layer of soot within minutes. Adrian was thankful for the residue, which clung to her cloak and coated her gloves. It helped her blend in with the burly workers relaxing with a drink before heading back into the mines.
Adrian leaned back in her chair, her hood pulled up just far enough to hide her hair, and studied her prey. There were just over a dozen Circle members scattered throughout the inn, only a portion of the full party. They had likely splintered into different inns to avoid suspicion.
Adrian’s eyes wandered to Rox, undoubtedly tied to the Circle but her distaste of the raiders obvious even without Blue Sight intuition. A water ferret scurried out of the folds of Rox’s cloak, circling her arms and hands as Rox chased it with her fingers. Adrian couldn’t help but look the smaller woman over and wonder what could bind such a women to the most vicious, deadly party to leave the Core since its inception.
“Anything to drink tonight, traveler?”
Adrian glanced up at a curvaceous blond waitress, her hair rippling past her bare shoulders. She had no connection or knowledge of the Circle or its activities. Adrian smiled slowly, taking in her slightly tanned skin, a permanent mark from the sun that betrayed a genetic connection to the Amazons.
Adrian leaned forward on her elbows, brazenly looking the woman over from head to toe, her face intentionally angled toward the light to reveal her features. She could sense the woman’s interest as she cautiously scanned Adrian’s narrow face, her ropey frame. Adrian grinned lightly. Perhaps there was more Amazon in this woman than just her skin.
“I’m not interested in drinks… what was your name?”
The woman blushed lightly, clasping her hands before her waist, her eyes flashing mischief. “Mary. And you are?”
“Only here for the night.”
Adrian reached out, placing a single hand lightly on Mary’s entwined fingers. Excitement sparked in her stomach, growing as quickly as her restlessness as the touch had no effect on her: no burning skin, no Blue Sight bonding. Mary would be the perfect distraction. “How late do you work tonight, Min ?”
Mary glanced nervously over her shoulder, scanning the bar and kitchens for who Adrian assumed to be her father. With a swift, inconspicuous motion Mary slid a small key across the table. Adrian immediately rested her hand over it, hiding it
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