your job, but does it ever get to you?"
"Its not my dream job, but its better than the alternatives. Im not ready to be a beggar or a prostitute. When I was thrown out into the world all I knew had was a little magic and my skill with a sword. One day, Ill use it to win back my kingdom," said Shrike. She turned on her side facing Spyder. "Im glad I dont see the faces of the people Ive killed. But Id rather die a fighter than a victim. "
Spyder smoothed her dreads back from her face. "You are a fighter. A life-taker and a heartbreaker, and you dont need anyone. Certainly not someone like me. I can barely get my pants on to get to work in the morning. But when I look at you, I have this ridiculous desire to watch out for you. "
Shrike nuzzled into Spyders chest. "Sweet boy," she said.
From the other side of the dune someone cleared their throat.
"Whos that?" called Shrike, sitting up and grabbing her cane.
"Quiet," came Primos low voice. It was the first time Spyder had heard him give anything like an order. "Something is about. Count Non would like you both to come back to camp. "
"Tell him well be right there. "
Spyder pulled on his pants and helped Shrike find her clothes. They left the carpet and ran back to camp.
"Whats up?" Spyder asked. The others sat around a small fire, drinking the mint tea Lulu had bought in Berenice.
"Sit down and have some tea," said Count Non. "Dont look around. Theres something out in the dunes. "
"We heard machines earlier. From the ruins," said Spyder.
"This isnt machines or horses or even wolves looking for a quick meal. "
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