Esme dropped the lantern, grabbed the figure's arm, pivoted— —and threw them over her shoulder in a clean, fluid motion. Thud. The figure hit the floor hard, the impact echoing through the hall. Esme stepped back immediately, breathing fast, her fists still raised, expression full of alertness. The lantern had rolled a few feet away, still flickering from time to time. Its light gradually caught the figure's face. It was a young man. Maybe about twenty-two. He had slightly disheveled black hair which fell across his forehead, sharp prominent features, and pale skin. His eyes were widened, but not with fear. With surprise. And something like fascination. After the shock of being slammed into the ground quickly receded, he flipped over to look at her. He was sprawled on the floor, propped on one elbow, staring up at her. Esme stared back alertly, her mind running in circles already. The stranger seemed further amused by her reaction. A low, breathless laugh escaped his lip
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