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Zayd
Zayd watched the back of Lilyan's head, smiling to himself. Her raven hair had streaks of blue where the moonlight shone on it. It was a wonder that he had ended up in his current predicament. He wasn't supposed to have interacted with her in the first place. Now here he was, lying behind her on a tiny mattress in her poor excuse of a room with only a small blanket and a few inches of cool air between them. He was just supposed to watch over her, to keep her safe, but remain unseen. That had been easy enough at first. She had a simple routine. It wasn't until that routine deviated that he had to change tactics. The assignment was simple enough. With his skill set, it should have been an easy mission. However, he encountered a problem with it on the very first day. He had wondered if the c
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