care about such a tasty lick right now. I'd just had half my back flayed off, no thanks to her.
The side of her neck bled, and she was tripping on her torn skirt, but she managed to keep up with me as I angled toward a door I knew opened onto a private alley.
"Name's Zane," I offered. "No ninja blood in me." Not lately, anyway.
I kicked open the door, ignoring her stupid quest to follow.
"Wait!" She managed to catch up and shoved me. Hard. "Sorry," she offered, rubbing my blood off on her red skirts. She'd slapped me firmly on the abraded flesh, which was only half-healed.
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