If Sister Julia can’t release the pressure here, we’ll have to do things my way.”
“I thought you loved the rabble?”
“I’ve made a habit of killing the things I love.” Willowbud answered softly. She had to have been powerful to pass on such power; maybe even more powerful than the Creators themselves. He kept his feet planted, blocked her overhead strike, ducked her following slice, then counterattacked with a stab. My footsteps echoed against the unseen trees, the sound muffled and damp in the humid air. “I’m not fucking around, Sister!” Night Eyes called after me. “I told you, if you ever called me that again, I would brand that little ass with a hot iron!” Mistress growled, her face twisted in rage, “I told you I would…” she trailed off, her eyes growing distant again. “She’s fine.” Diamond answered, her voice soft, “She’s waiting for things to settle down here before she sees you again.”
“And when will that be?”
“Soon.” Diamond shrugged.
