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We found Gregor and his horses biting at the bit, both figuratively and literally. Gregor looked in our direction and the lights from the house gave me my first decent view of his face. A black bandanna covered his eyes, but it didn't hide the deep scars from his terrible attack. Even his ears were slightly chewed.
"'Bout time," he growled as we walked up to the carriage. The horses whinnied their own disapproval.
"We must return to town, old friend," Asher told him as he helped me into the carriage.
Gregor jerked his head toward the house. "That bad?"
Asher paused in climbing into the carriage and nodded at him. "That bad."
Gregor pursed his lips and looked ahead. "All right. Let's get outta here."
He pulled slightly on the reins and the horses flew forward. Asher fell
