The Ace at the Apex
“F*ck me! Really pays when you don’t have this psychic sense of danger!”
A new voice suddenly rang out behind him. It almost made him pee his pants. “Oh, yeah?”
Uri turned, quivering, and saw Javier’s malicious grimace. “Why are you running, man? Why are you running? You’re the goddamned Hierophant of the Arcadian Order, man! You’ve got all that magic, hand-swirling thing going on, right? Use it on them!”
Uri’s grimace deepened at the sound of Javier’s mockery. He’d had a feeling that this young man was trouble, and now—well, at least the psychic had gotten one thing right!
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