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Firian
The door burst open, slamming on its hinges.
Firian jumped to his feet, a knife in his hand. Adrenaline pulsed through his body like a lightning bolt. Who else was after him?
He pulled his hand back just before it was too late.
“Bard!” he said, throwing the knife to the other side of the room. It clattered on the floor near his bedroom door. He couldn’t get another word out. All he could do was bring his hands up to his face. Though his hands felt hot, his face was clammy.
Bard, who had cowered before, now stood up tall. “What happened, Fir? Something happened. Are you okay?”
The alarm in Bard’s voice annoyed him. His chest rose and fell heavily as the shock of adrenaline wore off, the edges of his vision hazy from the moment of horror. Finally, he cursed. And again, more
