~Bethany~
Before it can sink in that someone else just killed my target, my ears pick up on the soft whooshing of something at me, and I dodge on instinct.
A sword with sharp, pointy spikes embeds itself into a desk in the room, and I whirl to face an unnerving surprise
The surprise hits me square in the gut.
“What are you doing?” I whisper.
The bear shifter makes no sound as she withdraws another sword from her back.
She’s dressed in a cloak half-obscuring her face, but it’s definitely my Zuu’s face.
Zuri, godsdamn it!
How?!
This makes no sense.
Her expression is unlike anything I’ve ever seen on her cute pinky face. Her face is dark with undivided focus tracking my every movement as she moves toward me smoothly, but something about it is off.
This entire situation feels off.
