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Her body felt rubbery, disoriented as though some of her muscles pulled tays at once Of course Since she now possessed his side her own
She set her feet apart and slung her left arm behind her back
He looked her up and down, nodded his approval "A warrior’s stance"
Soes flickered up to her consciousbefore a woman with black hair and a dress made up of some kind of spotted animal skin, a beautiful woman who looked Arabic and exotic
She knew the woh her name wasn’t spoken She knew because he knew Endelle appeared angry, her enorressively The words ca tone with s--literally--feather by feather"
"Okaaay," shethe memory down She was so out of her depth
"You’ll need your weapon now" He held the box bearing ould become her personal sword, her identified sword
She took the box fro on a bed of dark green velvet The steel glied ceiling overhead
"Carbon steel, extremely sharp You’ll need some instruction on the care of it"
She looked up at him "How exactly does this work? You said the sword accepts an identity and then that’s it, the sword is mine, only mine"
He nodded "Once properly identified, no one on Second or Mortal Earth can touch any part of the sithout dying"
She nodded "So how do I do this?"
"Take the handle in a tight grip and the identification process will complete itself Just maintain contact steadily for a few seconds You’ll know"
She shifted the weight of the box to one hand, holding it firmly beneath She reached for the handle but hesitated She was taking another step on her path to a new life, a neorld, literally a new dimension
Oh, God
"I’m still pissed at you," Medichi said
Marcus sat on the curb near the don Borderland, his kilt slung between his legs, sweat dripping with blood from different parts of his body He looked up at his felloarrior "Who the fuck cares?"
Medichi stood on the sidewalk as cars on Mortal Earth whizzed by He looked like a god from the Roman pantheon, all six-seven of hi, black, and straight, and he wore it pulled back slick and bound up tight in his cadroen He had pronounced cheekbones and a strong jaw He was powerful, lean, a warrior with dark secrets No one messed with Medichi
He wiped down his bloodied sith a clean, soft white cloth He didn’t seem to notice the traffic and of course no one could see either of theossamer cloud that none of the mortals would be able to see The presence of the mist would simply create a confusion of s a secret?"
"Fuck off" Nobody knew the why of Medichi’s refusal to e, had ever even seen his wings
Medichi asked, "You still planning on running back to Mortal Earth with your tail between your legs?"
Marcus took the jibe in stride You did that when the other vampire had saved your ass about a dozen tihts
He wiped a hand across his forehead, which caused a cut above his left eyebrow to sting like hell Theiran ene him raw Central had just done a cleanup on eleven death vamps "You knohy I had to leave It wasn’t exactly a secret"
Medichi peered at his sword and rubbed back and forth in a quick h and ran down the back of his knee, into the calf straps of his shin guards He didn’t seem to notice His scowl sat heavy on his brow "I never believed you’d actually hurt Kerrick"