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He shut up.
With a sigh, I let my head flop back upon the ground. I dug the heels of my hands into my eyes, pressing down so I saw red. The taste of blood was thick in my mouth, and my heart was still thumping so hard that my ribcage seemed to shake. I could have peed myself, which would have been just about the only way to make a scenario more humiliating than it already was. Instead I kept taking deep breaths, one after the other, until I felt like in was strong enough to sit up.
When I did, the guy was still there next to me. I managed to ask, "Why did you tackle me?"
"I thought we needed to take cover. To hide from whoever was chasing you, but that turned out to be, uh"____ he looked embarrassed ____"nobody."
He ducked his head, and I got a good look at him for the first time. There hadn't exactly been time for me to notice anything about him before; when your first impression of somebody is "psycho killer," you don't take time to analyse the details. Now, though, I could see that he wasn't a grown man like I'd assumed. Although he was tall and broad shouldered, he was young, maybe my age. He had straight, golden brown hair that fell across his forehead, mussed from the Chase. His jaw was strong and agular, and he had a solid, muscular body and amazingly dark green eyes.
But the most remarkable thing was what he was wearing beneath his long black coat: battered black boots, black wool trousers, and a dark red V-necked sweater emblazoned with a crest____ two ravens embroidered on either side of a silver sword. The chest of Evernight.
Sorry for a short chapter.
