The hunters recoiled, spears drawn up to throw.
Kana sank to her knees beside Andrev’s body where it was broken and bruised, scooped it up. Wards shimmered in the air around her, and the first few spears bounced off it. She could feel the next spears chipping away at the invisible barrier, but she knew the people were too afraid to get too close.
“Fine,” a woman spat. “Take him. Your kind isn’t welcome here anyway.”
Kana turned to her, eyes dark and wet. “He was your kind, too. If you’d just loved him, he would have been your kind.”
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