Strange Bedfellows: Killer and Cleric ~ by SaralynArati

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"And now that you know, what exactly do you plan to do with the information?" she asks. "Nothing, I only..." Velen sighs. "You're free to go as you choose. I won't stop you, although I cannot condone your actions. I do, I really do, understand." "How can you?" Catleya says, panic beginning to rise now that she knows she is out of danger. "You don't know me, or about my life, all of the things I've done..." Holding only the tips of her fingers, Velen replies, "I know what's in your touch."

9 years ago

SaralynArati

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Immediately Catleya is once again all business. "Does anyone else know about my Syndicate assignments?" "No, not that I know of," Velen reassures her. "I was always extraordinarily sensitive, and I believe some of these marks may have heightened that tendency. You were so upset that day that the flower resonated with it, the fact you, figuratively, had blood on your hands. I doubt anyone with less experience with blood letting as well as a strong gift would have noticed or figured it out."

9 years ago

SaralynArati

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It is one of Velen's new friends among the young clerics, and he eases open the door enough to say softly, "She's not technically supposed to be in this wing of the building, Velen..." "I know, and she knows, but today is a... crucial time for us. She just had to come," says the red-haired man, stroking Catleya's hair as though it were a perfectly natural thing to do. "Just don't repeat it, or at least don't get caught," finishes the curious friend, and the door is once again safely closed.

9 years ago