Dauphin threw her head back, laughing. "That's right, run! Run, you curs! You cannot escape from me!"
Tossing aside the head she had so recently torn from one of the thieves, she made to mount her faelan, to continue her bloodthirsty pursuit, only to find the man she had rescued barring her path.
"What's wrong with you?" he asked. "Are you mad? Are you possessed of a demon?"
She sneered back at him. While she had rescued him in a moment of tenderness, now her blood was up, and she wasn't certain that she wanted to waste any more time with the dark-haired stranger.
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