The trees waved with a violent rustle as two blurs of motion skidded to a halt just a few feet behind us, carrying the wind behind them.
Fenric was grinning, a few stray crumbs from the roast still clinging to the corner of his mouth, his chest heaving with the sheer exhilaration of the sprint. Damar looked as if he hadn't even broken a sweat, his silver hair perfectly in place, though his slit-pupils were wide and focused entirely on me.
"Thirty seconds," Damar said, his voice smooth and slightly smug as he checked my shadow's position. "You didn't get very far, Ari."
"I was pacing myself for the kid!" I argued, pouting. "How did you even eat all that meat so fast?"
"It's just meat," Fenric said and for some reason, my eyes wandered down to his skirt, wondering how he managed with his erection. "Ahem,"
I looked away. Well, he must've done 'something' cause there's no longer a tent. Good for him.
