But I couldn’t walk fast enough to escape the staggering presence. Picking up my pace, I broke into a jog. My feet scuffed over the cobblestones as my heart pounded in my chest. I was on a fool’s errand. It was no more possible to evade the specter than it was to skip the night.
Halfway down the road, I grew tired. I stopped, held my head back, and sucked in the stale air. Although I wasn’t religious, I prayed he would leave me alone.
“Give up?” asked the do-gooder.
Panting, I struggled for a response. “N-never.”
He walked around until we faced one another. His dark gaze met mine, and he had the nerve to smile. “Then maybe you’ll stop running from the Abra Guild, too.”
“Did they send you?”
“They summoned me,” said my stepbrother. “Thought I might talk some sense into you. Although, for the life of me, I can’t imagine why the Guild would believe such a thing. It’s not like we’ve ever been close.”
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