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translucent; it was unlikely to be able to do much harm to anyone, but if I could kill it then Kadrix would pay a very pretty penny for whatever bits of it I could bottle. The hour struck, and the air was filled with the sound of hundreds of cameras clicking. The shade pressed itself into the tall doorway that was reserved for wedding parties only. I cursed it for choosing such a public spot.  
    The crowd was far too busy oohing and aahing over the astronomical clock. I remained close to the stone wall of the tower and pulled out one of my blades, sheltering it from view with my body. The shade wasn't even strong enough to have formed any real features. A tall shadow a head taller than me and quite a bit broader shrank back deeper into the doorway. I smiled as the dark shape tried to condense itself; it would have been an impressive foe, had it have managed to come through more strongly.  
    The tourists were beginning to disperse. More people were coming closer to me as they went to the tower with plans of indulging in the view over the city. I dragged my blade upwards through the shadow; it curled away from the silver and shrank downwards, forming a dark puddle on the floor. I pulled a couple of vials out of my pocket and tried to usher the shadow into them. It was more difficult than it sounded. It was somewhat reminiscent to the breath I had to capture and use for Kadrix when he’d sent me on some errand. He never did tell me what the recipe was for that I’d retrieved for him.  
    I managed to fill two vials before the shadow vanished properly. Kadrix would, no doubt, be over the moon. I put my blade away and tucked the vials safely back onto my belt before I stood and walked around the tower away from the main square. Quin was already with the elf, and part of me missed him; it seemed like a good opportunity all around. I couldn't keep the smile off my face at the contents of the vials. The smile soon changed to confusion when I saw the indigo-eyed man again. He kept showing up, and I was starting to grow suspicious.  
    He tried to do his usual vanishing act down one of the smaller streets heading towards Charles Bridge. I was prepared for it that time, though, and I was ready to get some answers.  
    His movements had the clear predatory grace and assurance of someone who could hold their own in a fight. He almost reminded me of a lycan with the slightly lower centre of balance and the way he had his shoulders back, making it clear to all and sundry that he wasn’t to be screwed with. My gaze kept trailing down his strong back over his tight little ass. I focused on the real task at hand: figuring out who and what he was and why he was following me.  
    He ducked down one of the older narrow streets with cobblestones down the first section of the road and crumbling tarmac on the footpath. The plain walls towered overhead in more subdued colours than the square. There was no one else down the road, and I was gaining on him. I almost ran into him when he stopped dead on the corner and turned to face me, his lips pulled back into a mischievous smile.  
    "Evelyn, darling, so good to see you."
    There was a pull to him. His voice was smoother than the finest silk. I couldn't imagine how many women had fallen at his feet; I told myself that I wasn't going to be one of them.  
    My resolve faltered when he closed the distance between us, his eyes dancing with mischief. He smelled of hot metal and petrichor, not that I had much of a chance to enjoy it. He grabbed my left hand and sliced it open with a small stiletto knife. I didn't get a chance to pull back from him, he held me firm as he cut open his own palm and pushed our fresh cuts together. The smile never left his face. I went to punch him in the jaw, but he took off down the street before I'd pulled myself together.  
    I was in shock. My mind was reeling. My palm stung like a sonofabitch, but the cut was already healing. There was a new sensation in the back of my