He staggered and went down on one knee, but Leandro pulled him up. I looked at Leandro, wanting answers, but his gaze passed over me as if he didn’t even know me. Leandro pushed the unconscious soldier off his horse and he hit the ground with a thud, but didn’t move. “He’s not dead, but he’ll have one bad headache when he comes around. He took me by surprise, but didn’t fare well.” A soldier dragged his moaning friend away. “Remove his weapons,” Hekate ordered. A soldier moved forward, but Leandro held up his hand and dismounted. He tugged Bo Chez along, my grandfather’s big head hanging low, but I could still see the blood that trickled down the side of his head from a nasty cut and a red-purple bruise swelled on his cheek. “I have none,” Leandro said. “We’ll see about that,” the Child Collector said, gripping my neck painfully again. I tried to wrench free but he squeezed tighter with his calloused hands.
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