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DAWN
We have three hours until midnight when Narimi’s show should be starting. And though I know I should be focused on that, though I know I should be anxious to find out who’s after me, though I know I should be furious and panicked and maybe even sorrowful at the thought of being near the man who murdered my mother in front of me, my body has shoved these concerns aside. I don’t even feel like myself — my muscles are not coiled, my rage has calmed. I feel less like a hunter and more like a … beloved. I’m not sure that’s the perfect word here, but it’s the only one that feels right.
Silas has his arm around my shoulders as we walk over the moon-washed cobblestones, Draynor’s hand locked on my hip. I have my arms around them both, one on either side, my flesh hot where it touches th
