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No I’m not I don’t knohere the blood came from No one’s touched me No one but Kyol

Kyol Oh, God He’s hurt

I spin toward the exit, trying to get back to him, but two rebels move to block my path, their swords held ready to strike

"I don’t want to hurt you," the fae’s leader says "I’d like to talk to you"

He takes a step toward me I take a step back

"Look" He sheaths his sword, then holds his hands out, palms up like he’s harmless

Screw hi escape route, the ’s northeast corner

My backpack bounces as I run up the steps I reach the second floor before I hear the rebels co after me I pause to consider o but up, and once I’o at all I sprint to the next floor because I don’t knohat else to do I can’t turn around I can’t stop They’re right behindby the tiht of stairs so I run across this floor instead, watching h the wooden fra’s future walls The sun’s set It’s dark, but I’m able to make out the outline of a piece of machinery in ill eventually be a hallway I duck down behind it, praying I’ht in tis to my face and neck I swipe it out of my eyes and search for so at the end of the hallway for what I assue plastic safety fence runs across the gap, and seven or eight feet away fro is the white, ht feet Can I ju this more difficult than it needs to be"

I flinch at the voice He’s close He knows I’rit my teeth and refuse to panic I don’t think the rebels will kill me iainst the Court, make me read the shadows They probably won’t hurt me until they’re certain I won’t cooperate I should have a few seconds to make my move

I wipe sweat fro Seven or eight feet I have to juuess my decision I sprint the distance to the plastic fence, scrarabs my backpack

I slip I scream