the stables. Zezil snapped at Aquila’s wings and legs in annoyance, but the bites seemed almost playful.
Andromeda called Zezil’s name again, and the vexar stopped in his tracks and fixed his eyes on her. Then he charged full speed at her, his skeleton shrinking as he came.
“There’s Michael and Felicity, and your knight,” said Atalanta. “Erro must have found them.”
Michael and Felicity ran with their arms pumping at their sides, their eyes on the stables. Boris ran behind them, slowed by his mail, his broadsword still raised defensively as he cast glances over his shoulder, ready...
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