Day 2- Bristol
She was confused, which was understandable. In her place I would have been confused as well.
“Your brother?” The lamp in her hand seemed to wobble but she didn’t drop it. Instead her hand dropped to her side. The fight went out of her. Totally.
And I understood that as well. She was in what humans called shock. Whether it was from thinking we were really under attack or from something else I wasn’t sure. Maybe it was because London looked like a series
Killer.
He had obviously woken from his long sleep and come straight here, he looked like a homeless person. A homeless person with a sword.
“Put the blade away brother.” My own swords disappeared as I went to her, my arm wrapping around her shoulders. I realised to late my mistake.
My swords.
But she didn’t notice.
