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Sharp and opinionated Purple is one of the last residents of what's left of...
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KYNES WONDERED FOR whatexactly it was they were looking as she and the spared human peered between the ancient trees of an old forest.
She wondered what she was still doing with him, against her better judgement. It was a bad idea —a doomed idea. Had she really thought that letting him go free was the best course of action?
It was not too late. There was no one else in the woods; the slitting his throat and disposing of his body would be more than easy. It was a pity, though —she would have at least liked to bed him first.
Yet a promise was a promise. All Wytches, Wyzards and Warlockes alike knew that; no matter how twisted the details could become, the premise had to remain. It was one absolute law.
She would not sleep with him, and she would not kill him. She did wonder though, if given the chance, which one would outweigh the other. Her eyes strayed to the human's torso...and she found her answer.
So Kynes' dagger stayed sheathed, the blade out of sight.
The skin on her arms prickled, making her tense and follow her nose as her head snapped to the right.
