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“I… I have…” he stuttered, that same look of panic he had before staring back. He smelled even more like piss than he had before. Poor guy had soiled himself.
“Good. Then tell the others.” I darted my blade forward again, the tip pricking against his chest. He couldn’t move back fast enough, the sharp edge cutting a clean line over clothes and skin.
He nodded his head frantically, his feet shuffling and tripping as he tried to escape back between the wagons. I dropped one blade, watching him go.
He didn’t make it halfway to his escape before a flash of light erupted around him, the line of gold spinning through the air. He froze in place before his head dropped to the ground a second before his body did.
My blade was still outstretched as he fell, landing in the purple blood that coated the ground. The deep indigo shade vanishing as his bright red blood seeped over it.
I hadn’t even moved.
“Well done, Caspyn,” Ryndle’s pleasant voice came up behind me as he did, his steps oddly squelchy against the damp ground. “Sorry about him. I couldn’t let him go. It’s not worth the risk to allow him to spread what he saw here. I am sure you understand.”
I did, but I whirled on him all the same, my blades already held out to him. He didn’t even flinch as the point of my blade pressed into his neck. He stood, that same smile plastered on his face, the look illuminated by a bright glow that came from him.
His tattoos were glowing.
They were fucking glowing. Not just reflecting the light from the sun, but glowing like someone was shining a lantern from behind them.
Each line shimmered, the brightness radiating up his arms and neck as he stood there looking like a parlor trick.
“Who are you?” I snarled, stepping closer and pressing my blade further into his neck. A tiny bead of purple blood formed there, but still, he did not move.
“You know what I am.” He was calm, too calm, and it made my magic flare in both warning and anger.
I had felt something off about him the first time I met him, the screaming that he was Fae blazing through my head. But I felt nothing from him but warmth then, just as I felt nothing but warmth in him now.
He stood there, his dark blood dripping down from the shallow slice I had placed in his neck to pool in his collarbone, his eyes calm even as I heard the gasps and grumbles from all the other Lightens as they came out of hiding to surround us. I didn’t tear my eyes from Ryndle.
“I should kill you right now, lob your head from your body.” I pressed harder, still he did not shift so much as an inch, he did not even wince as the blade continued to pierce his skin.
“You could. But you will not. There is too much that you would like to know. Too many questions that I have the answers to.” He was talking in his usual riddles; it only enraged me more.
“Who are you!” I yelled again, more blood trickling down his neck, over those glowing words.
“I have told you. I am Ryndle, the leader of the Children of Light. Nothing more. But you, you are Caspyn, the light bringer.”
I opened my mouth to call him out on his shit. He had said that, sure, but he and I both knew that was not what he was talking about.
“You are Fae.” He didn’t deny it, just smiled, his body a continuous calm even as my blades drew more blood. “Give me one reason why I shouldn’t kill you.”
“Does me being Fae really change anything?”
It changed everything. He was like all the others, the murderous rats who killed so many. Except I hadn’t seen that there, not with anyone.
No wonder I was hesitating.
“You have ten seconds, Ryndle!” I pressed the blade deeper, willing myself to make the slice.
“Why would you kill someone who you have known as good? Simply because you know now that I am Fae does not change anything. You have known us as we truly are, Caspyn. You have saved us. Would you now turn around and kill Lyani? What about Ziah?”
“That’s not the same and you know it.”
“Isn’t it?” He stood there, unflinching beneath my blade. Purple blood pooled as every truth he had spoken slapped me in the face.
Fuck.
My shoulders slumped, the blade falling from his neck to his chest.
