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Étaín only half listened to the words coming out of the other woman’s mouth. Something wasn’t right. But what? That she couldn’t pick up on. “Look I think we need to go a different direction?” How could she explain the way her mind worked? What was the modern term – subconscious. That was right. That thing could tell her something wasn’t right around them.

She glanced around. The motel was only a few blocks away, but she was considering heading back the way they had come. To the left was one dark alley, ahead nothing but the dark, eerie street, and the same behind them. But all around were the dark shops, most of which had closed down already.

War was going to get them killed. This night could get them killed. She stopped walking and glanced over at the other woman. “Did you hear anything?” She felt like she was paranoid, but she learned quickly to be that way in this world. Now she was sure something wasn’t right, but she still couldn’t pin point what it was. If she had been alone it wouldn’t have been the problem. The fear of being found out that she couldn’t die wasn’t there when she was alone, but in the presence of someone else it was there. She wanted to run and avoid anything and everything that was around them. Moving to the capital seemed like a really bad idea now.