The Mask of Omegon (Gwen Farris Book 6)

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shot of energy that was
invisible as it left from around her finger, but made a solid thunk sound
against his skull. Knocking the thief all the way out.
    Like she’d sort of promised would
be happening.
    That got shocked looks from
everyone else there, as if it were a rare thing to do. Which it really was.
She’d gotten the idea first from a man in a different land. Chinoise. It was
kind of a combination of China and everything else from that part of the
world. One of the four big lands on the planet. If there were any small ones
she hadn’t heard about them, but the point was, no one expected anyone to do
what she just had.
    Not even the Westmorlands trained
for that kind of thing. Flying either. The only people that did that were
basically circus performers.
    Them and her. Which, if it ever
came up could be a fallback occupation for her.
    It took nearly ten minutes for the
Constabulary to jog up. There were two of them and they wore adorably old timey
seeming outfits. All in a deep blue, with dome-like hard hats on their heads.
Brass buttons on the front as well. They had polished wooden clubs and some
chains to hold the prisoner with, having been informed that someone was being
held.
    One of the men pointed at the man
and winced.
    “Slapped him about a bit? Not that
I blame you, but that looks to be a concussion. See as how his eyes don’t match
in the blacks.” He pointed, which got her to wince as well.
    “Sorry. I hit him with an energy
blast. Just physical force. I tried to moderate it, but that can be hard to do
on the fly.” She tried to seem calm about it all. Interestingly the other
Constable just nodded.
    “Right. I heard that about you,
Miss. Energy blasts, flying about, too. Interesting to see it in action. Well,
we need to get a report of what happened here.”
    The words got Tomas to finally
scowl at her a bit, but it didn’t seem angry really. Just a tiny bit confused.
Which by this point she wasn’t going to take the blame for. Hopefully that
didn’t start a fight, but she’d been honest with him.
    The constables knew their job, took
the notes they needed to get a report down, then pulled the guilty man away.
There were a few non-gentle pushes to get him to walk, but no beating for his
trouble. Probably due to the fact that she’d already handled that part of
things. Criminals there didn’t really get treated very well, unless they were
wealthy. Nobles could, and sometimes did, get away with murder.
    In this case, her being Gwen Farris
seemed to pay off, too. No one called her on her use of force anyway. Not even
when the men walked away to go off to the local jail. For her part, wondering
if the date were over, she just started to walk again, pretending it wasn’t. It
was a bit amazing, but Tomas followed her, as she sniffed at her flowers.
    “These really are sweet. We should
go back to my room?” She hadn’t gone to get any birth control, but had a few
ideas of things they could do that wouldn’t put her at risk that way.
    It felt a bit strange, being
adults, having to sneak into her room. They were like ninjas anyway. Smooth,
silent and so out of place that anyone seeing them would have been instantly
alerted to something being strange. That meant they both laughed as soon as
they were safely behind her closed and locked door.
    “So… Miss Farris… How many people
have you been telling that tale to? It’s a bit dangerous, actually assuming her
life like that. Not that I can’t see it. That… You were incredible out there! I
swear, you even looked like you were flying for a bit. How did you manage that?
Teletransport and drop?” There was a hand gesture to illustrate the idea, which
wasn’t a horrible one, if you couldn’t fly.
    Shaking her head, she sighed.
    “I… You know, let’s do some
interesting things first and then I’ll show you? Now, here, let’s get into bed?
Above the covers. I want to see you.” That meant the lights being on, which was fascinating . It was a

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