Her mouth fell open even as her eyes grew round as saucers.
A puff of smoke announced a visitor. Dark spun around, detecting the presence of another of his kind, even in the limited light. The hair on the back of his neck stood up as a healthy wave of dark energy washed over him. He recognized the particular brand of magic instantly and released a sigh of resignation. “Baltasar. Why you persist with the smoke screen, I’ll never know. It’s so…juvenile.” He forced boredom into his tone. He and Baltasar had crossed paths more than once. Normally, their encounters ended in a stalemate mainly because Dark didn’t have the motivation to play Baltasar’s parlor games.
Now, he did. Dark nudged Destiny to his side and a step back while whispering, “Stay behind me and hang onto that bag tight.”
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