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Ansin and I followed the driver out of the terminal

“What sort of name is Bastuli?” I asked

“My people didn’t believe in last naion where my tribe was from They were Celtiberians”

I’d studied history in college, but didn’t know very much about them other than they lived in as non as Spain “So your people were Celts?”

“They were unprepared, which is why they’re all dead”

We ca outside Funny It wasn’t raining at all In fact, it was a sunny afternoon Just a little chilly

The driver opened the door for us I noticed how he avoided eye contact with Ansin Everyone did It was almost like he willed them not to look Was he ashamed of his scars?

No Silly Ansin wore thees of honor

I glanced to Ansin at my side and whispered, “Why don’t people look at you?”

“Trustvoice Deep Calive a fuck

“But then they look away”

“I find it easier to get on with my business if people are unable to remember details about me”

“So you’re an immortal criminal?”

“I do what I al, not my problem”

I bobbed my head

“Why so many questions, little treasure?”

“Trying to understand you That’s all”

“No It’s more than that I see it in your eyes” He leaned closer and slowly slid a hand onanxious?” he said in a low voice “Are you thinking about what it will be like when I bed you?”

My face flushed, and to h felt hot too The heat traveled up oosebu about what it would be like to sleep with him, but noas

I pushed his hand away, and he promptly returned it

“What are you doing?” I asked