Worse comes to worse, and at my lowest point, the hunters find me.
The worst kind.
No use drawing on her. Moon Time is dry on ammo. The Seeker of the Sightless Way already feels my psyche, already knows I’ve got the gifts they want to pluck from my head.
Soon as I twitch a feeler, they’re going to try to rip my mind from me.
She moves faster. Trying to shatter my mind — tear the me from the meat.
I move smarter. The Seeker’s pumping out pure vitality, so I open up and let it in. I make it mine.
Then I drink
her
dry
…
Much better.
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