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"They said you killed someone, Giselle." Trace paced back and forth along the marina. As soon as he left Rhychard's apartment, he called Giselle and asked her to meet him. He refused to believe what the elf said back at the apartment. Giselle was not the type to kill anyone. She was too meek, almost timid-like. She was too much like him, if he was honest. At least, he believed she was. "That elf said you've been killing for years. He even said you killed your last boyfriend, just so you could escape." He turned and stared at her, his arms limp at his side as the pain of everything the others had told him shoved inward on his chest.Giselle just looked at him, her dark eyes soft, almost childlike. When she spoke, her voice was soft, just above a whisper. "I told you I wasn't like others, Trace. I warned you that you wouldn't like what I was. You'd hate me for it, even. You promised you could handle it and begged me to tell you, remember? You promised, Trace."He stared at her, his Gisel

"Are you not scared?" Aradhon asked her, sounding impressed. Renny allowed him to bring her to the Leary Building, but instead of moving upward toward the penthouse as she supposed he would, he took her to a sub-level floor, which, by all rights, should have been flooded since they were barely above sea level. The only thing she could figure was that the dark elf employed some form of magic to keep the structure sound. For what purpose, however, she had yet to determine.She turned, her arms behind her back, hands clasped behind her. "Is that your goal? To scare me? Seems rather adolescent if you ask me, and a little beneath someone like you.""Like me?" Aradhon wore a dark robe, his hands and arms slid up opposing sleeves. His dark hair hung around his face and shoulders, framing his narrow grayish-blue face, his pointy ears peeking through his hair."Self-important. Narcissistic. Of course, you are a juvenile bully, so perhaps something so petty isn't beneath you after all."Pux and

"I'm confused," Trace said as they walked down the marina toward Washington Street and the Leary Building. "How did Aradhon even know we were seeing each other?" Things weren't making sense, and he began to wonder if his meeting Giselle was happenchance or arranged. She had told Trace everything about her past, admitting to killing her boyfriend back in the fifties in order to escape Halafarin, the elven Warrior who had been tracking her for almost a century. She had reacted on impulse, not knowing any other way to escape. Panic was her only excuse. "Aradhon found me after you and I met," Giselle said. Her voice held the tinge of regret mixed with panic. Trace knew she expected him to turn her over to Rhychard, but even with what she did, Trace could not bring himself to turn his back on her. How could he? She was the only one to really give him a chance. "He promised to get rid of Halafarin if I helped him get to the human Warrior. Aradhon wants the Guardian Sword for himself. If he

Rhychard wrapped his cloak around him tighter, the breeze from the Indian River strong as it pressed him against the Leary Building. He glanced up at the gargoyles perched at the corners of the building. How far would the rescuers be able to get before those creatures joined the fray? Rhychard and Kree were lucky last time, but his luck never lasted.A scurrying noise at his feet caught Rhychard's attention, making him look down, ready to stomp some critter or kick it out of his way. He was shocked when he saw Fitz shove his head out of the earth and wave at him. "I left you at the apartment," Rhychard whispered. "How the hell did you get here?"Fitz crawled out of the hole he made, brushing the dirt from his clothes. When he stood, he shrugged. "I'm a gnome. It's how we travel." Then the little man cocked his head to the side. "You sure don't know a lot about the faerie realm for a Warrior."Rhychard rolled his eyes. Tell me about it. "Oh, wait a minute," Fitz said. "I forgot someth

Trace held Giselle in his arms, blood seeping from the wound in her stomach, the blade still protruding. He was unsure whether he should pull the knife out or not, not sure if the blood would gush or not. Finally, he chose to pull the blade out and wrap as much of her shirt around the wound as possible to try and stench the blood flow. This was not a video game, and Trace was lost as to what to do. Tears flowed from his cheeks, his shaggy hair dropping in his face as he leaned over Giselle, doing his best to whisper words of encouragement, begging her to hang on and not leave him.The basement then filled with Renny's scream, yanking his attention to the dark circle of large stones in the middle of the room. He swiped at his tears with the back of his arm as he stared at Renny, her body wrapped in dark coils of what appeared to Trace as lightning streaks sizzling around her body. Her head snapped back, and she screamed at the ceiling, her body one giant spasm of pain as it jerked and s