![]() ![]() Blake blinked and chewed the inside of his lip for a moment as he thought. ![]() Not a child, but like she should be studying somewhere rather than lying on his floor in a mess of her own blood and his window. Delicate features and olive skin at odds with the blood and debris around her. He wasn’t sure what he was expecting, but his breath caught sharply in his throat and he stilled, a strand of soft hair slipping between his fingers. Kneeling beside her, he carefully brushed aside the mass of dark hair that covered her face. Still, he’d learnt over the years not to trust the way things looked. She (and it was a she by the looks of it) didn’t look very threatening right now, unconscious and covered in blood along with the remains of his window. He looked back down at the intruder – if you could call her that. ![]() He shook off the surprise and grabbed the remote control which triggered metal shutters to slam down over the windows of his apartment, blocking out the world so that the dim lighting and the broken window of his downtown apartment wouldn’t being seen from the outside. ![]() He froze for a second, staring over the back of the sofa at the figure that had just hurtled through his window, now sprawled in shattered glass on his floor. ![]()
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