Revival Of Stars

16 | Hunter & Prey

CHAPTER 16
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"George! George!"

Angel ran through the crowd, her eyes trained on the big burly man who stood next to Oran in front of a mural. Her eyes were wide in frantic as she finally stopped right next to them, bending down, breathing heavily whilst holding two cups in her hands.

George looked down at her confusedly. "What? What's wrong?"

"Etta," she breathed. "I went to get us some drinks, but when I came back she wasn't there."

"She wasn't there?!" George echoed as his eyes widened.

She bowed her head and dragged a hand down her face, ashamed.

Without thinking, Oran left the two of them and shoved his way through the dancing crowd. Bouncing bodies slammed into him as he traveled his way through, eyes searching for Lance in the mess of it all.

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Somewhere in the horde, the girl-he-didn't-know-the-name-of flung her head back and laughed as she rested her arm against his shoulder.

Lance wanted to leave.

His eyes were looking everywhere except her. And after a while, she caught on to that.

"Hey," she purred. "Eyes on me."

Uninterested, he continued to gaze elsewhere. It was starting to get hot. The mess of bodies hopping around together made him feel claustrophobic. For a minute, he was glad that dancing had been banned up in Wispern.

"Hey, c'mon," she tried again, her laugh loud in his ears. "Have fun! Let loose."

He remained still. There were a couple more seconds of awkward dancing—where she jumped, and he moved from time to time, if she was lucky. Until finally, he begrudgingly turned and faced her.

Immediately, he regretted it.

Her eyes were glowing. White completely took over her iris and pupils. With blushed cheeks and pearly white teeth glimmering in the light, she looked alive. As she swayed her head, the white of her eyes got brighter and brighter, but no one else nearby had acknowledged it.

However, Lance did, and he felt cold.

He immediately shoved her away forcefully, causing him to bump into the person behind him.

A scowl formed on her lips as she gazed him. "What was that?"

Lance couldn't breathe for a second. He could hear his heart beating frantically in his ears, masking all the voices and music blaring throughout the town.

She's a Necromancer.

A happy dancing Necromancer.

Suddenly, a hand stretched out towards him and helped him up. Like a savior for a man drowning, Oran dragged him to his feet before giving him a worried glance.

"Lance?"

He was still breathing heavily, and he quickly snapped his gaze back to the girl—who looked confused and shaken. Her eyes were still stark white.

"Lance."

She was someone like him. Like him.

"Lance!"

He snapped out of it and stared at Oran's concerned and anxious face.

"Are you okay?"

Lance gulped before lying, "Yeah."