ris gulped, blinking up at the tall man standing on her porch. He was huge, broad-shouldered, dressed in black from head to toe, with a face carved in stone and eyes that didn’t flinch. Everything about him screamed danger, guard, warrior and enforcer.Definitely not someone she wanted to annoy.“I’ll… just be a minute,” she managed, her voice smaller than she liked.The man gave a single, slow nod.Iris shut the door carefully, definitely not slamming it and turned back inside. Her heart was thumping a little too fast.“They’re here,” she said, stepping into the kitchen.Her mother looked up from the counter where she’d been slicing the last of their bread, her hands still damp. “Who?”“The people from Clawstone. Some guard…big guy, stiff.”Her mother’s eyes widened. “Oh, already?”She rinsed her hands quickly and dried them on the towel slung over her shoulder. “Alright, grab your things.”Their bags were already packed. One for each of them, essentials only. There hadn’t been time
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