Faith's POV
"Are you really going to hit a lady?" I said, my voice shaky, heart twisting in my chest, breath caught in my throat. My head was spinning.
"Felix!" I shouted, louder this time.
"He won't hear you," it replied, and I jumped.
"So you can speak?" I said, swinging the stick like it was a sword.
It dodged fast. Like, faster than any little goblin thing should. I yelped when it grabbed my wrist and twisted my hand back.
"Ow! What the hell!"
How could something that short have that kind of strength?
"Where is he? Where is Felix? What even are you?" I fired off the questions, my voice cracking, words stumbling out of my mouth like my brain couldn't keep up.
I was panicking, okay? I mean, I had to at least try to talk. Just in case this ended up being the last time I ever said anything.
And if this was it... I at least wanted to sound semi-coherent.
"He's stuck in a bit of a sticky situation. But you, dear... you took off your mask."
