The Shadow City. Ryan Wieser
behind his back he revealed her leather back holster, her two needlepoint daggers resting in their slender sheaths. She hadn’t seen her former weapons, let alone wielded them, since Aranthol. “Falco,” she whispered as she reached for them.
She swung the holster on with ease, until the hilt of each blade appeared just above her shoulders. She reached up and ran her fingertips over the hilts, and with expert ease, she freed the weapons, spiraling them over her shoulders, circling them about her fingers with skilled, memorized movements. The small weapons sung out as they sliced through the air. She spun them back and flicked them into their sheaths.
She stepped towards Falco, reaching for his hand. “Thank you.”
He nodded silently, and with his free hand he traced the outline of the sigil on her chest. “You’re in uniform.”
She nodded. “I am your Hunter.”
He pulled her closer. “You are my everything.”
As Falco kissed her, Jeco wrapped his small arms around her leg, hugging her tightly.
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