my skin. Last night I went looking for a demon. Twice today it returned the favor, but why? Were they under instructions to kill me or bring me back? Instincts told me the latter.

The two frontal assaulting harpies distracted Lachlan. The one that attacked me wanted me incapacitated, but not dead. They knew I would run, they just underestimated how much I would fight when cornered.  

I ended the shower after I rinsing the conditioner from my hair. I hadn’t realized we were in motion, but with the shower off I heard the boat’s motor churning water. I wanted to be annoyed that he left the harbor without clearing it with me, but my waning adrenaline spike left me too tired to care.

Even with the blood washed off, the skin on my arms, back, neck and part of my face...

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