With that, she walked away, her friends at her heels. Only Trixie stole a quick look back.
Jerrett stepped up, Bane at his side. “Well, I guess it’s like I always say, it seems everyone carries within him, the seeds of his own destruction. And in the end, you can’t save someone from himself—or herself—as the case may be.”
As the crowd started dispersing, Bane shot out into the darkness. Moments later he returned with one of the young woman at his side.
Approaching her, Mara recognized Trixie. “You’ve decided not to go, then?” she asked.
Not able to meet the Oathtaker’s eye, the girl nodded. “I just want to go home.”
“Where is that?”
Pulling her cloak closed more tightly, Trixie shuffled her feet. Then, shrugging, she pointed in the direction from whence she’d come.
“Well, why don’t you stay with us for tonight then? We’ll see you back home safely in the morning.”
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