-ELARA-(Five Years Later)Rogue City didn't smell like rain and pine like the forests of Camelot. It smelled of wet dog, desperate unwashed bodies, and the metallic tang of blood that never quite scrubbed out of the cobblestones."Hold still, Leo," I murmured, dipping a toothbrush into the tin cup mixture of charcoal dust and walnut oil.Leo sat impatiently on a crate at the corner of our cramped, one room apartment while I painted the thick, black sludge over his hair."I hate this black goop," he scrunched his nose. "It itches.”"I know, baby," I said, brushing a lock of his hair aside. Beneath the artificial black, his roots were glowing a bright, shimmering gold. A mark of his Camelot blood. The mark of the man who wanted us dead. "But we have to be invisible. Remember the game? We are shadows.""Shadows don't have gold hair," Leo recited the rule we lived by."Exactly.".At five years old, Leo was already too smart for his own good. He didn't look like me. He had his father’s sh
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