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Aether pressed Lumine into the alley’s shadows, holding his breath as the mob of townspeople passed, torchlight fading away with their footsteps.
“You should’ve left me.”
The scent of iron burned his nose. “You know I couldn’t do that.”
“I’m a monster.”
“And if I left you there to die, what would that make me?”
“Good.”
Cries to hunt the beast roared through the moonlit night.
Lumine’s tongue laved over blood-tinged teeth. “What’ll you do when they catch me?”
He took her hand, coating his with the crimson lathering hers. “They won’t.”
“If they do?”
“…I’ll be a monster, too.”