Chapter Forty-SevenWe arrived in my living room with Zantry still holding me, Mwara still unconscious. Frizz disappeared the moment we touched ground, to do whatever he did when he was in a higher dimension. He'd heal faster, so I didn't ask him to stay, even if I wanted his soothing presence more than ever.
Zantry stood, his motion agitated. There was strain around his eyes. He was hurt too, but I couldn't see anything beyond his tattered clothes, ripped where Mwara's talons had dug. There was blood, but nothing fresh, nothing still bleeding, not that I could tell.
When his eyes met mine again, the fury was back in full force, burning hot. Maybe if he killed me now he'd spare me the horror that waited for me ahead.
I wasn't sure if I'd put up a convincing fight, or if I'd protest.
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