MariAnne nodded slightly, afraid to do much else. Her hand hurt from the attack, but she had succeeded.
I actually did it, MariAnne realized, shaking from a strange mixture of fear, relief, and pride. She may have made an enemy in Kyra, but it seemed that this woman she'd rescued could prove to be an ally - and an inhumanly strong ally, at that! - if things got too out of hand.
And then there was David, who she hoped was still close by. Too bad she was too scared to turn her head to make sure of that.
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"Biting my trewand pen, beating myselfe for spite,
Fool, said my Muse to me, looke in thy heart, and write."
- Sir Philip Sidney
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