Lucian Clegane clutched his left cheek, already swelling, and stared at me wide-eyed, disbelief written all over his face."You... you hit me?"I figured he hadn't been hit enough, and that it would look better if both sides matched.So I backhanded him again, hard, across the other cheek.Smack.There. Perfect symmetry.Lucian finally seemed to come out of his shock. His handsome face crumpled, and his eyes reddened on the spot.He clenched his teeth and, trembling, drew a long ebony flute from his belt and blew it with all his strength.A low note split the air, carrying a strange ripple of magic.I raised an eyebrow. That flute was actually a low-grade sending-charm—an enchanted relic for carrying messages.It wasn't powerful, but from the material and the workmanship, someone had clearly poured real effort into it.How did a relic like that end up on a boy who hadn't even crossed the First Circle?Before long, the flute's call drew an answer.Several streaks of blade-l
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