She wouldn’t leave and he needed to get away from her. He’d messed with magic on his own, before his life had gone to shit. And he messed with it still, when things got out of hand and normal weapons wouldn’t work. But he still hated it. He knew it was dangerous and that made her dangerous, no matter how decent she’d seemed. He bolted for the door, already running through his connections, trying to think of somewhere he could stay.
She let him pass, let him literally run from her before she sank to the floor, all bravado gone as soon as she was alone. Shaking, she brought her knees to her chest as tried to breathe past the tightness in her lungs. Of all the ways whatever this was to end, this had not been what she was expecting.
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