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om,hiseyeslockedonafigureshroudedinshadows.Thefigurespokeinalow,huskyvoice,itswordsdrippingwithmalice.
“You‘llneverescapeme,“itsaid.
NinhOrdner‘svisionblurredashestumbledbackward,hishandflyingtohisforehead.Hecollapsedontothenearestchair,gaspingforbreathastheroomspunaroundhim.
“Whatjusthappened?“asoftvoiceasked,concernetchedintoeveryword.
Heopenedhiseyestofindhimselffacetofacewithawomanwholookedlikeshehadsteppedoutofadream.Herskinwassmoothandunlined,herhairdarkandluscious.Astrandofsilkcascadeddownherbacklikeawaterfall,andherlipswerepaintedadeepshadeofcrimson.
“Whoareyou?“NinhOrdnercroaked,histhroatparched.
“I‘m...I‘mLian,“shesaid,hervoicebarelyaboveawhisper.“Andyouare?“
NinhOrdner‘smindwasstillreelingfromthevisionshehadjustexperienced.HestruggledtoformcoherentwordsashegazedatLian,tryingtoplaceherinhismemories.
Butsomethingdidn‘tfeelright.
Theairseemedtovibratewithtension,andNinhOrdnercouldsensethattherewasmoretothissituationthanmettheeye.