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My jaw hit the bottom of the boat as our foes vanished into the mist. All I could think of was a ruse, but they had possessed the upper hand. There was no need for a retreat.
“What’s going on?” Matthew whispered to me.
I shook my head. “I don’t-” My senses tingled. Something was amiss, and close by.
I whipped my head in the direction of the end of the dock. A figure was seated on one of the dock posts with their legs crossed one over the other. My heart skipped a beat when I realized it was Yola.
She had a smile on her face as she inclined her head to us. “Good evening.” At the sound of her voice Matthew let out a terrified squeak and squished against me. Yola chuckled, but I heard no mirth in the sound. “You need not fear me, brother. After all, I just sent away those w
