Troy
Lunessa was exhausted. We were within several miles of the coordinates given to us, and she already looked the part in the role that we were about to play.
Dirt streaked her face and clothes, and dark circles hung under her eyes, and I knew it wasn’t the glamour she’d donned. I’d seen her shimmer from her dark hair to blonde, from her dark eyes to blue, adjusting the structure of her body and even shortening her height and giving herself more curves.
There’d been no dirt on her then. We’d moved as fast as we could, and the witch had lied about being all right with the pace we were making.
Now she winced from the blisters I knew had to be on her feet. I could smell her blood, and the quiet whimpers she thought she was hiding were built from rock-solid determination.
She had a sta
