“You missed,” a man's voice said in the darkness.
A woman's voice, equally languid, replied. “The shot was clean, love. Someone alerted her. A boy.”
“She's gone now?” said the man.
“She's crossed out of Wayside. Probably from the shock,” replied the woman.
“I will alert our eyes to watch for her return,” said the man.
“She may not,” the woman put the ebon pistol in her coat pocket, and set the hood to shroud her face. “We should deal with her in her world. Somehow.”
“That poses challenges, my love.” The man covered his blond hair with the hood of his coat as well.
They walked down to the first floor of the unoccupied building and the man opened a concealed back door. It emptied into an alleyway between quarters.
The woman cupped the man's face in her hands. Her lips, scarlet blossoms, brushed his cheek. “Be sanguine, my heart. They are complications that I'm sure we can overcome.”
The man reached up and touched his hand to hers. “Of course, my world's light. Of course.
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