Chapter Nine
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OrangeI raised my head to the annoyingly handsome visage of Raphael Santini. He stood, legs apart, hands on leather-trousered hips, long, brown hair swaying in the scirocco breeze before a mansion of orange-tinged gaudiness. The building stood at the end of a long and verdant lawn of lush green grass bordered by rows of exquisite coloured roses.
Ignoring Raphael's question, I raised myself to my feet, stretched to the accompanying clunk of my spine clicking back into place, then cast a glance over my shoulder. There, sticking out of a flowerbed of indigo-coloured roses was a very unhappy looking flying platform. Sunyin lay before it attended to by several women. There was no sign of Aurora, nor he who had come to be my bane.
“Did you not hear me, mi amigo?”
I gave eac
