Bloodbound in the Capital
Nova smiled little, knowing, allowing the silence to hang between them like suspended breath. Her eyes rested on him, weighing, as if she could see behind his hooded thoughts. Her voice fell when she spoke, low and heavy. "By the way, Leon," she said, cautious and measured, "I… and the others, we must understand your strategy.". How do you plan to advance from here… with us already well inside the enemy's capital?
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The darkness beneath the hood moved with the jumping of the tavern light, and Leon's lips drew back into a taunting, soft smile. It wasn't broad, but it was full of a certain swagger that zipped through the space in a nearly imperceptible thrum. "My wifey," he breathed, his tone soft, smooth, nearly velvety, "don't you know me yet?
