Alpha Thomas
“This place is full of weirdos!”
“I didn’t cut you. I sat on you.”
“You sat on me, and I sat on this.” She brandished her knife, showing him the blood on the blade.
He glanced at the knife, noticed the blood, and then saw the markings. “Celtic,” he murmured.
"Yeah, that’s what the scammer said to me." Her eyes locked onto his for a fleeting moment.
As her gaze traveled down his figure, the slightest hint of a smile appeared at the corners of her mouth, so subtle that Thomas might have missed it if he had blinked. Standing a bit taller, he squared his shoulders and adjusted his cape.
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