‘Lily?’ There was blood trailing from a cut on her lip.
What was he going to do? It was something beyond shock that George felt as he studied Lilia’s face in the faint light that managed to work its way into the alleyway and beyond the shade of her hood. Would his heart ever stop racing. Panic replaced confusion, he’d known that he was tackling a woman but he hadn’t held back. He’d intended to wound, to slow and stun. Had he hurt her? He forced himself to inhale and fill his lungs with the cold night air. What if the blood wasn’t from something minor, what if he had broken something within? He tried rapidly, with increasing horror, to remind himself that Liliana Lanai was a Lady Knight and not a delicate flower. She was a trained, tried and tested killer. Not made of porcelain.
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