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My eyes widened and my heart quickened. I prepared myself for a muffled scream. My captor stiffened. “Don’t scream. I don’t want to hurt you, I just want to talk. Okay?” I nodded my head. “Good. I’m going to let you go now, so don’t scream.”
The person released me. I spun around to find myself face-to-face with a slim man of thirty-five with a slightly balding head at the front. He had a wide smile on his face and wore a tight-fitting suit of some sort of leather, but a shimmering cloak hid his clothes from a good look.
The man glanced at the front of the store before he returned his attention to me. “We don’t have much time, but hear me out. You’re the new girl with the Dusk Dragon, right?”
I furrowed my brow. “The Dusk Dragon?”
“The dierth,” he rephrased.
I nodded.
