I turn my head, looking at Anfisia. She's busy stuffing a combat knife into the ankle of her boot. Her black uniform blending into the shadows of the night.
I look down at clothes, wishing I could wear the magically enhanced armor that she wore. I can't imagine how convenient it would be able to shift to and from human form without stripping and still have your clothes not torn to bits.
I glance at her out of the side of my narrowing eyes. "Couldn't have let me change into that?"
She throws back her hair and stands straight. Pointing to her uniform, she laughs openly. "No way, this, nah." She waves me off, still laughing. "This is an honor, an honor you don't have."
"If I wasn't so rusty, I would be a challenge."
"And who's fault is that, because it's most definitely not mine."
"Dany
