Surprised,he glared at Xanthus. As theprivateer saw the sun slowly start creeping up over the horizon, she tossed her spent cigarillo intothe sea. She finally looked up at Gunther again. Each head ended in a pointed nose,much like a rat’s.
From the beginning, it was my plan to secretly bring him toCrysenium. It was late afternoon of the day following thedisastrous masquerade ball. Finally alone, Serena looked around. Six tents stood nearby, their unsecured canvasdoorways flapping about in the wind.
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