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Ohel’s eyes widened as first one man, then Alessio, darted from the building, like the gods were after them.

“John, take care of Leana and don’t let Ohel out of your sight!”

John? The masked man.

Leana’s eyes widened, looking from the door to John. She scooped up her bag and staff, and took a step toward the door.

Ohel hurried forward and grabbed the top of bag, brushing Leana’s hand. “Let me take this for you.” He offered a hesitant smile, but the woman didn’t let go.

“Thanks.” Leana cocked her head, and almost smiled at him too sweetly, before jerking her bag from his loose grip. “But I got it.” Leana pivoted toward the door and shoved it open, heart pounding.

Ohel cast John a worried glance, then hurried through the door after them. His hand now hovered near the hilt of his dagger.

“Alessio?” Leana called. Her cheeks flushed. “Arsene?” Don’t vanish on me. Please.

There was a cry. Gutteral. As if in pain, or rage, or something more. Not quite human, not quite animal, and something seeming different.

Ohel stumbled to a stop at the sound, almost fleeing in the opposite direction, almost falling over. But Leana rushed forward, eyes dancing with fear. Arsene? Alessio?

She looked down the alley and screamed, her hands flying to her face. The pack and staff fell to the ground.

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