~Ciela
The figure under Kendrix’s weight yelled, voice cracking with shock. “What the hell is wrong with you?!”
Kendrix froze mid-swing. The man shoved him off with surprising strength and scrambled backward through the dirt. The light from the lamppost fell across his face—sweat-slicked, wide-eyed, definitely human.
“What the hell did you do that for?” he demanded, brushing leaves from his shirt.
“I’m sorry,” Kendrix said, raising both hands. “Thought you were someone else.”
“Someone else?” the stranger snapped. “What kind of people tackle strangers at midnight?”
I stepped forward quickly. “He’s… impulsive. It’s a bad habit. What are you doing outside by this time though?”
The guy stared between us. “ You know I could ask you the same thing.”
Kendrix tilted his head, utterly unbot
