She wore neon pink knee-high socks with matching shoelaces in her sneakers. She wore a pair of black shorts with white stripes down the side. Her tight tank top that accentuated her narrow waist and small chest matched the socks as well. All that bright neon, yet she still managed to come out of nowhere. She had always claimed mortal status, but at that moment I had serious doubts. She cocked her hip and tilted her head down so she looked at me from under her brow. “You…” she said slowly, drawing it out so it sounded almost seductive. “I told you.” “Told me what?” Her gaze moved to the grass. An orange ray from the setting sun glinted against something on the ground. I realized it was one of the katanas, the one I had tossed aside. She slung her crossbow over her shoulder by its strap, sauntered over to the sword, and picked it up. “This is nice.” She pointed the blade at me. Anda had always wanted me out of the picture, but Ministry law protected me from her ire. Until now.
