Chapter 14My first night in Barcelona I was forced to kill a man. It was well after midnight and I presumed most would be fast asleep, affording me the city streets so that I might learn my way around unmolested. Unfortunately, this man was not asleep, but prowling the streets. I have no clue as to his business before he crossed my path, but upon seeing me, he ran at me with a blade in his hand, screaming obscenities. Seeing as my understanding of the local dialect was primitive at best, nothing I said had any effect on him and I backed off slowly, into the passage between a tavern and a dark stone building.
He sliced my hand as I sought to disarm him, and I turned my ankle as he lunged at me. I willed the Change to come as I fell beneath him, my hands abandoning the knife in favor of tur
