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Culmination
Chapter
25

Ky
was only aware of a few drifting sensations, each familiar though only
fleetingly tangible. He was in pain,
that much was certain. It was spread so
deep that he couldn�t remember which part of him was supposed to hurt the
most. But there was something in that agony
that was�validating. Real, so much more
so than the sensation of pain usually could be.
His body wasn�t ready to accept such rawness right now, and so he
remained in the stark darkness, unconcerned with whatever might have been going
on elsewhere.

Somewhere,
a familiar voice was sounding�.

*****

Sol
clenched his jaw to suppress any sound of pain as he was thrown back, stumbling
a bit over the jagged earth. He managed
to plant his feet and remain upright despite the sudden attack. �If you touch me again, I�ll break your
face,� he growled dangerously.

�You
son of a bitch!� Testament snarled at him, fist tight as he advanced with the
intention of another blow. �What the
hell were you doing, fighting like that?
You could have very well killed him, and for what! You goddamned��

Sol
shoved him hard in the shoulder before he could get any closer. �You stay the hell away from me, you pathetic
fuck. How the hell was I supposed to
know what was going on? He wanted this!�

�Testament! Sol!� Bridget tried to plead from the
ground. �Stop it!�

Testament
didn�t indicate that he�d heard.
Following the aftermath of the fight and dispersing of energy the group
had moved away from the piles of scorched and melted robots, to a clear area of
the courtyard where they could tend to their wounds. But Testament couldn�t settle until he�d
dealt with this, one way or the other.
�You�re a selfish, arrogant bastard,� he growled at the Gear, coming at
him again. �You have no idea what he�s
been through�what you�ve done to him!�

�Mind
your old goddamned business, puppet,� Sol retorted in kind, Fireseal humming at
his side.

Testament
looked ready to hit him again, but it was then that his mystery assistant chose
to step in. �Now, now, gentlemen,�
Slayer tried to calm them. Both were
already so ragged from fighting that a hand against each of their chests was
enough to push them apart. �There�s no
need for that. The boy�s not quite dead
yet.�

�You
miserable��

�Testament,
please!� Bridget shifted anxiously on his
knees. �Ky needs help.�

With
a thin scowl Testament at last turned away.
�I�ll deal with you later,� he muttered over his shoulder.

�Fuck
you,� Sol replied. He turned as well,
stabbing Fireseal into the ground so when he sat down heavily, he had something
to lean against.

Testament
didn�t grant him another glance as he knelt down next to Ky�s head. The officer was gasping weakly against the
ground. Blood was still flowing from his
nose and mouth, making it difficult for him to breathe. Testament�s eyes thinned, and hesitantly he
reached forward to wipe some of it away and peel Thunderseal out of his still
tense grip.

�Is
he going to be all right?� Bridget asked anxiously, making a visible effort to
keep his eyes from watering. He held
Ky�s hand�burned, again, by his own magic�gently in his own.

�His
jaw is broken,� Testament reported quietly.
�And probably some of his cheek.�
A delicate hand entered his view, and he glanced up in surprise to see a
woman kneeling next to him. She had
long, dark hair, a blood red dress, and soft eyes that seemed somehow too deep
for the youthfulness in her face. As he
watched she bit down on her finger, drawing blood, and then reached as if
intending to offer it to the fallen officer.

�Stop
that!� Testament snatched her wrist and
shoved her away. �He doesn�t want your
filthy vampire tricks,� he muttered as he leaned over Ky protectively.

Slayer
frowned at him severely as he moved to help the woman to her feet. �I should have known better than to expect a Gear
with manners,� he uttered as he brushed his fingers through her hair. �We came here to help you, you realize.�

�He
doesn�t want your help.�

Slayer
raised a dubious eyebrow as he straightened his gray suit coat. �If you say so.� He touched the woman�s arm, indicating for
her to assist Baiken, seated a few feet away with Anji and Chipp. She nodded and obediently did so. �But then, he must be in pain. Surely you don�t intend to wait for the
�police� to get here�?�

�I
can take care of him myself,� Testament assured. Though, that being said, his confidence
wasn�t as great as he would have liked�he�d never tested his magic in this way
before. Carefully he rolled Ky onto his
back, settling the man�s head against his knees. With a deep breath he took Ky�s face in his
hands and tried to call back everything Dizzy had taught him. He could feel the jagged seam of bone in Ky�s
left cheek where he had been struck�it was probably a miracle he hadn�t
sustained even greater injury. It�was
painful, to see Ky suffering like this, his face drawn tight in a grimace that
only made it worse. He�d hoped never to
see Ky like that again.

Testament
shook his own discomfort aside. �Shh,�
he soothed, closing his eyes as he concentrated on his magic. He was weary, but he knew he could do
this. He needed only�imagine that it was
working, will it to happen. His palms
warmed as he channeled his energy into them.
Gradually a few thin stalks of dull crimson began to slide away from his
skin and over Ky�s face, tracing the contours of his cheek and jaw, very slowly
drawing them back into place. The
officer shivered, and as Testament began to smooth over the seals with his
thumbs Ky tilted his head back, his lips parting in a heavy breath. �Tes�ta�.�

Testament�s
eyes flickered open, startled by the sudden voice. He sighed in relief�his spell seemed to be
working, and it warmed him to imagine that even in such a state, Ky was able to
recognize him by the feeling of his magic alone. Quickly he devoted himself with greater
confidence to finishing his work, slowing the flow of blood and repairing torn
tissue.

Ky
flinched suddenly, his body shuddering as he made a gagging noise at the back
of his throat. Testament rolled him onto
his side, and just in time; Ky jerked as he weakly vomited up thick red fluid.

�Ky�?� Bridget, who had watched the scene with wide
and hopeful eyes, went a little pale at the sight of him. �Is he all right?�

�He�ll
be fine,� Testament assured as he continued to support the man. �He just swallowed a lot, that�s all.�

Baiken,
too, was watching from nearby, not really paying attention to the woman who was
using her scarf to bandage the wound in her chest. �I didn�t know Gears could use magic to heal
others,� she remarked quietly.

�Dizzy
taught it to me,� Testament replied, and when it seemed Ky was finished he
tugged him back against his lap.
�It�s�pretty tiring.� Just as
he�d said his strength was already waning, and he sighed quietly. At least Ky seemed to be doing all
right. Trying to hide his fatigue, he
glanced up at Slayer. �What are you
doing here, anyway?�

�Oh,
I�m sure that can wait for a bit longer,� Slayer chuckled lightly, taking it
upon himself to readjust the bandages on Chipp�s wounded shoulder. �Everyone should probably get their strength
back before hearing me out.�

*****

Bridget
glanced from Testament to Ky, frowning slightly when he noticed a few marks
that had been burned into Ky�s forehead.
They looked vaguely familiar, and he started to reach for them. But Testament was drawn to the movement, and
interrupted him by sliding his fingertips over Ky�s brow. The marks gleamed red for a moment with the
Gear�s magic and then were cleared, leaving no indication that the scars had ever
existed.

Bridget
looked around their small camp.
Testament was caring for Ky, the strangers for Baiken and Chipp, and
Sol�was by himself, leaning against his sword with a slouched posture and eyes
closed. He looked exhausted, and the
broad wound carved in his chest made the boy wince. After a moment�s hesitation he turned to
Testament. �Look after him, �kay? I�ll be back.� Quickly, so Testament wouldn�t have time to
get mad at him, he stood and trotted over to where the legendary mercenary was
resting.

Sol
didn�t look up until Bridget reached for his thigh, undoing the leather
belts. His eyes, having lost their
brilliant shade from the battle, were dull with fatigue. �What are you doing?�

�Helping
you,� Bridget piped as he continued to work.
�I�m going to connect these, and use them to hold this�� he tugged at
the strip of fabric from Sol�s belt ��over that hole in you. Okay?�

Sol
grunted indifferently as he looked away.
�Whatever.�

Bridget
smiled all the same; Sol didn�t have to tell him he appreciated it for him to
know. Though it was a little
intimidating being this close to him after the scene he�d witnessed, he
couldn�t bring himself to fear the man who he�d listened to snoring hours away
the night before. He was even maybe a
little awed, and he couldn�t keep his gaze from drifting to the emblem on his
forehead. Once the belts and fabric were
free he urged Sol to lean forward a little so he could slip the impromptu ties
around behind him.

Sol
settled once more, glancing briefly back to Ky.
His voice lowered. �How is he?�

Bridget
didn�t look up from folding the fabric over in his hands. �Testament says he�s going to be all right,�
he assured, taking the hint and keeping his voice quiet as well.

He
pressed the red square over Sol�s chest, and the Gear hissed at the pressure
against the wound. He relaxed again a
moment later. His eyes thinned as he
watched the skilled movements of the boy�s small hands. �What�happened to him?� he asked suddenly,
though his tone was even softer than before.
�You�ve known all along.�

Bridget
gulped. �It�s a long story,� he said
lightly. �But�yeah. The Bureau never got him�we did. He�s been hiding with us, the pirates, since
Genoa.�

Sol
sighed heavily. �Bastard. Had me trekking across the damn country for
nothing.�

Bridget
glanced up at his face and smiled.
�Aren�t you glad, though?� he asked as he tightened the belts. It was a crude bandage, but at least it would
keep the wound covered. �He didn�t turn
up dead, right?�

�Yeah�I
guess so.� Sol grunted. �Just so you know, I wouldn�t have killed
him. And it�s not my fault he�s a
stubborn ass bastard. It�s his fault for
trying to screw with me.�

�Okay.�

�Because
he was, you know. Trying to trick me.�

�Okay.�

Both
were quiet a moment, and when Bridget was satisfied with his work he at last
sat back. He watched Sol�s expression a
moment; though his face was weary with exhaustion his eyes were attentive and
sharp as he watched Testament caring for the young officer. �It was a good match,� Sol said suddenly, his
gaze at last dropping away. �You tell
him that for me.�

Bridget
straightened, realizing that he had just been granted a task of considerable
importance. �Okay,� he assured, and with
a smile he leaned in, giving Sol a peck on the cheek. �You�re not such a bad guy, you know.�

Sol
groaned and rolled his eyes, shoving Bridget back. �Help me up,� he grunted. �I�ve got a few questions for that old
windbag.�

*****

Slayer,
having finished fixing Chipp�s bandage, knelt next beside the yet unconscious
Anji. Calmly he wiped the blood from the
man�s chest and forehead, smearing the patterns that had been drawn there. �It was a close call, wasn�t it?� he remarked
lightly.

Baiken
watched him carefully, ignoring the water flask the woman at her side was
offering her. �Can you help him?�

�We�ll
see, won�t we?� Slayer rested his open
palm against Anji�s forehead, his eyes narrowing slightly in
concentration. There was a thick, tense
silence, and then all at once Anji�s lips parted in a loud gasp that made
Baiken jump. As Slayer leaned back the
Japanese man sputtered weakly and, slowly, opened his eyes. �Baiken�?�

�Anji?� Baiken crawled forward as Slayer moved back,
leaning over him to get a better look at his face. �Are you�?�

Anji
squinted, gaining his sight back to him, and when he was finally able to make
out the woman�s face he smiled.
�Hey.� With a quiet groan he sat
up unaided. �What happened?�

Baiken
sighed heavily as she leaned into him, wrapping her arm tightly around his neck
in a firm, thankful embrace. �You damn
bastard. Trying to get me worked
up.� For a moment she seemed to wilt,
just slightly, against his chest. �Are
you all right?�

�I
guess so.� Blushing in embarrassment
Anji returned the affection with a hand against her back. �Where are we?� He glanced around in surprise at all the
different people surrounding them. His
gaze lingered with uncertainty on Testament a moment, but when he realized that
the Gear seemed to be helping Ky, he calmed.
�Was this some kind of rescue mission?�

Realizing
there were others watching, Baiken quickly pulled back and straightened her
top. �Yeah, you could say that.� Ignoring her own slight blush she glanced to
Testament. �It�s over, right? You killed him?�

Testament,
who had been devoting his attention solely to Ky, glanced up at last. �Yes,� he replied calmly. �The Ninth is dead.�

�Ah,
is he?� Slayer removed a pipe from the
inside of his suit coat as he seated himself next to his female companion. �That�s good news�it saves me some trouble.�

Baiken
shot him a glare. �You knew him?�

�My
dear,� Slayer replied around a smirk, �as a respectable vampire, I make it my
business to know all self-proclaimed immortals.�

If
any of them were surprised by the declaration of his vampiric nature, only Anji
showed it in his face. Baiken only
frowned, and looked ready to question, but Sol beat her to it. �I think it�s time,� he said firmly as he and
Bridget returned to the group, �for you to explain yourself, Nightwalker.�

Slayer
chuckled with dry humor; a snap of his fingers lit his pipe for him. �Such courtesy, after I saved several lives
here tonight.�

�Save
it.� Sol lowered himself with a
smothered groan, planting Fireseal again to lean against. He shooed Bridget away; the boy quickly
returned to Ky�s side. �And out with it
already. You knew all along that Ky
wasn�t �missing�, didn�t you?�

�Actually,
I assumed the Bureau had taken him,� Slayer confessed with a shrug. �Arthur may never have been sensible, but
I�ve never doubted his skill. It wasn�t
hard to believe he�d managed to capture Ky.
Especially after I tipped him off.�

Testament
straightened, his eyes flashing with a threat.
�You�what?�

�I�m
afraid I�m something of a rat,� Slayer chuckled, clearly enjoying the surprise
and annoyance they were all fixing him with.
�I knew Arthur had to be behind the robots�I happen to be familiar with
most forbidden magics and rituals, and he especially kept my interest for a
time. This kind of thing is very much
his style. But I didn�t know where to find
the lad.� He puffed lightly on his
pipe. �It wasn�t a bad plan,
really. Leaking the information that Ky
would be entering Italy�recruiting Sol Badguy to track down his abductors. I had Sol do the legwork for me, leaving me
free to continue my own work.�

Sol
snorted irritably. �Fucker.�

�So�you
didn�t plan for any of us, then?� Bridget asked curiously, curling his knees up
to his chest. �Testament, the pirates,
Chipp�?�

�I�d
heard rumors that Chipp Zanuff went missing,� Slayer replied. �But no, I had no idea Gears and pirates were
getting involved.� He smiled thinly at
the boy. �A surprising and fortunate
turn of events, wouldn�t you say?�

Bridget
grinned brightly, but Testament was quick to curb that enthusiasm. �What other work?� he questioned
sharply. �And why are you here now?�

�I
followed Sol here to see how everything went.
And you all did very well, let me assure you. It was quite a show.� He glanced to Ky, and his eyes seemed to
gleam a little. �He�s far more powerful
than I thought.�

Testament
drew a hand over Ky�s chest protectively.
�And your other business?� he prompted again.

Slayer
chuckled. �Ah, yes. I have it right here with me.� He held out his hand, and the woman at his
side obediently reached into a satchel at her shoulder, tugging free a large,
thick envelope. �I was preparing this,�
the vampire declared, giving it a shake.
�You can see for yourself.�

Anji
accepted it from him, and everyone looked inward as he slipped the papers out
of their protective covering. Baiken
leaned in to see as he skimmed them.
�These are�some kind of reports?� Anji hazarded, flipping through the
pages. �They�re about the robots.�

�That�s
right,� Slayer confirmed, looking quite proud of himself. �Drawn from all over the world, and none more
vocal than those of the indomitable Miss Kuradoberi herself. It seems these �robotic Kys� have been
causing problems in more than just Rome, and the documentation of them is all
there. There�s also reports from
President Gabriel�s search for the missing Ky Kiske.�

�You�re
releasing them to the press?� Baiken asked incredulously.

Sol
rolled his eyes. �You�ll start riots.�

�Precisely.� Slayer�s confident expression only deepened
as Anji shared the different papers with Baiken and Bridget. �What do you think will happen when the
world�s citizens hear of a secret organization producing robots to conspire
against the Global Police? Our Sir Kiske
here is a valuable and well-liked figure.
I can scarcely imagine the uproar it will cause, when everyone learns
that someone was plotting to do our beloved Holy Knight harm.� He blew a ring of smoke. �Even if there are other factories, the
Bureau�s hands will be tied. If it was
their intention to employ these robots for common use, there�s no way they can
precede without the public�s support. It
would, indeed, become riotous.�

�This
is the Bureau you�re talking about,� Sol warned. �If you try to spread those reports they�ll
only be silenced, along with any news of what happened here.�

Slayer
only grinned. �That�s why I already
submitted them�hundreds of them, to reliable sources, while you were busy
hunting down the culprit for me. By this
time tomorrow, all the globe will be ravaged with a fresh round of anti-robot
sentiment.� He gestured to the
unconscious officer. �And once Zepp�s
investigation provides the populace with an intact Ky Kiske, they will be saved
from blame. How about that?�

�They�could
always use the robots anyway,� Anji murmured thoughtfully, frowning as he
slipped the papers back into the envelope.
�They�re powerful enough. Even if
people protest, they could still easily take over. It could cost so many lives�.�

�Then
it�s a good thing that as a vampire I wouldn�t be a part of that, isn�t
it?� Slayer lifted an eyebrow carelessly. �I�m willing to take the risk. Better that than your entire human race
huddle in the dark like frightened sheep while us monsters handle everything. Isn�t it about time the world started to
learn who�s really in control?�

Sol
snorted and looked away. �You�re a fool
if you think it�ll change anything.�

�Maybe. But in the meantime, it�s something of a
solution, now isn�t it?� Slayer leaned
back, looking smug. �Which is more than
what you would have had otherwise.
Potemkin is already on his way here, with a team to �discover and
rescue� the missing officer. Sir Kiske
will return to the Global Police. Then
he can tell the whole world how he was captured and imprisoned by dastardly
robots, whip the masses into a frenzy, and if another �Robo Ky� shows its face
again it�ll have the whole world against it.�

Baiken
and Anji exchanged glances. �It doesn�t
have much to do with us,� the former muttered.
�We�re going back to the Colony�maybe even take Chipp with us until this
thing blows over. I don�t want anything
to do with it anymore.�

�Understandable. Sharon and I came by carriage�there�s a
tunnel leading out of the mountains out the back of the factory. If you�d rather not get found out by
Potemkin, you�re welcome to travel with us.�

�That�s
fine.�

Slayer
looked to Sol. �And you?�

�It
doesn�t matter to me,� Sol muttered, shifting slightly. �But I don�t need any publicity. I�ll be leaving out the back, but don�t wait
for me.�

�Very
well. And Testament?�

Testament
glanced up vaguely. He looked from
Slayer, to Baiken, to Bridget, and only briefly to Sol before returning his
attention to the man resting against his knees.
�I�m going to stay a while longer.�

�You
shouldn�t be here for when Potemkin shows up,� Anji warned quietly. �You�re the most wanted out of any of us
here, you know.� He scratched his
head. �Not that I even know what you�re
doing here.�

Testament
sighed quietly. �Yes, I know. But I want to stay. Just�to make sure everything will be all
right, until Potemkin arrives.�

�I�ll
stay, too,� Bridget offered, edging a little closer. �It won�t matter if Potemkin finds me here,
so I can look after Ky, too.�

�Holy
shit!�

Everyone
turned, startled by the sudden exclamation.
Anji�s face lit in a broad grin.
�Chipp!�

On
the edge of the group, Chipp pushed himself into a sitting position, shaking
his head and gripping his wounded shoulder.
�Fucking Christ, that hurts!� he complained loudly as he poked at the
wound, succeeding in making him wince even more. Blinking, he turned his gaze on the several
pairs of eyes watching him. �Huh? The hell�?�

Baiken
groaned in annoyance and pushed to her feet.
�He doesn�t remember.�

�Huh? Remember what?� Chipp looked to each in confusion, his face
contorting into an increasingly baffled expression when he took in the sight of
Sol Badguy, Testament, and Ky Kiske all sitting peacefully together. He scratched the back of his neck. �Um�what�s going on? Damnit, my head hurts.�

Chuckling,
Anji stood as well, tightening the sheet around his waist before offering his
hand to Chipp. �It�s a long story,� he
answered. �But don�t worry, Baiken
already paid you back. Come on�we�ll
tell you everything on the way out of here.�

�Paid
me back?� Chipp echoed as he allowed himself to be tugged to his feet. He blinked, turning on the woman
suddenly. �Did you do this to me? Oh, you are so gonna��

�Shut
up,� Baiken interrupted, giving him a shove.
�We�re leaving. That all right
with you, old man?�

Slayer
chuckled at their antics. �Yes, I
believe we�re finished here.� He stood
as well, helping Sharon delicately to her feet.
�And thank you, Sol, for your help in this matter.�

Sol
calmly flicked him off. �Go to Hell,
vampire.�

�Vampire?�
Chipp echoed, backing away from the man as he passed. �Ew�what�s going on? Will somebody please��

Anji
hooked an arm around his as he started to lead them after Slayer and
Sharon. �Don�t worry, Chipp,� he
assured, his manner light in relief.
�We�ll fill you in on everything you missed.�

�Well
I should hope so�.�

As
they passed Baiken hesitated a moment, then crouched down next to Bridget,
watching as Ky continued to slumber on.
�You three gonna be all right out here?�

�Sure!�
Bridget chirped. �Don�t worry, Miss
Baiken, we�ll take good care of him.�

She
nodded absently. �Yeah. Listen, just�.� She frowned awkwardly down at the
ground. �Thanks. For�well, helping me get them back.�

They
nodded, Bridget with a grin. �I�ll tell
Ky, too,� he added.

�Yeah.� Shaking herself of her sentimentality once
more Baiken stood, trotting off after the pair.
�You both owe me!� she called, giving Chipp a slap on the back that made
him yelp. �A drink�a good one.�

�I
don�t owe you nothing, Cyclops.�

�C�mon,
Chipp, it�s just your shoulder�.�

Testament
was only half listening to their passing banter as the group moved away. He was still watching Ky intently, trying to
wipe some of the blood away from his face, to situate him as comfortable as
possible. Despite everything, with the
moonlight hitting his skin he looked just as he had that night at the House,
slumbering peacefully among the children.
The memory raised a dull pang in his chest. Soon, the police would be here�ready to take
Ky back with them. He had known it would
come to this, and so was surprised by how ill prepared he suddenly felt for the
whole thing. Lost in thought, it wasn�t
until Sol grunted disdainfully a few feet away that he lifted his head. �What?�

�Nothing,�
Sol muttered, not looking at him. �Just
thinking that I might have gone crazy.�

Testament�s
eyes thinned. �Are you talking about
me?�

�Well,
look at you.�

Testament
frowned, fighting the urge to justify himself to the man. He lowered his gaze once more. �You wouldn�t understand,� he said quietly,
�what we�ve been through.�

�Good. I don�t care, anyway.�

Sol
pushed to his feet just as Bridget came trotting back up to them�Testament
hadn�t even noticed he�d left. He was
carrying in his arms a pile of torn blue and white fabric. �Are you leaving, Sol?�

�No
point in sticking around, is there?� Sol
rotated his shoulders with a thin groan and yanked Fireseal from the
earth. �Just watch yourself, kid. Being a bounty hunter is serious business,
you know.�

�I
know.� Bridget smiled as he dropped
again to Ky�s side. �Take care.�

Sol
glanced down at the trio once more, his eyes thinning as they moved over Ky�s
prone figure. He was still a moment, and
then the dust was swayed as he started in the direction the others had gone. Testament didn�t watch him leave, but he
listened to the fall of his footsteps, until he was certain that Sol was far
enough away. Something about those few
minutes of silence wore at him a little, reminding him that no matter what he
and Ky had faced together, there was something still beyond his comprehension
between those two. Something none of
Ky�s emotional outbursts would ever tell him.

�What�s
that for?� Testament asked curiously as Bridget began stretching out the things
he�d gathered.

�I
thought we should dress him up in his uniform,� Bridget suggested, already
reaching to begin removing Ky�s vest. By
now it was in such a state that it all but fell from his shoulders. �It�ll be hard explaining this outfit to
Potemkin.�

Testament
nodded thoughtfully, and together the pair managed to get Ky into most of the
outfit without disturbing him. That
finished both sat back, watching over their charge. When Bridget finally spoke, his voice was
quiet. �What�do you think you�ll do
now?�

�I�m
not sure,� Testament admitted, his eyes downcast. �When Potemkin gets here I�ll leave. But after that�.� His shoulders sagged. �I don�t know.�

Testament
drew the backs of his fingers across Ky�s cheek. �What about you, Ky?� he asked vaguely. �What happens now? Where�do we go from here?� But Ky only shifted slightly in his sleep,
his head falling to the side.

Bridget
watched him silently, the depth behind the Gear�s eyes as he gazed down at the
slumbering officer. He edged closer,
until he was leaning against Testament�s shoulder. �This is just like before,� he said softly,
smiling as his hand wandered over to cover Testament�s. �On the beach.�

Testament�s
lips curled in his own tiny smile as he continued to move his hand faintly over
Ky�s face. �Yes,� he whispered, shifting
to allow Bridget closer. �Yes, it is.�

They
settled together, unspeaking in the dark as they waited for Potemkin and his
men to arrive.
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