Chadstone sensed Dakshana's indecision; fear lanced through him. He ghosted through the trees, a blur of pale shadows. Dakshana's instinct for flight was strong, but he hadn't waited this long just to lose.
He reached her hiding place and moved behind her, silent, the eternal tableau of hunter and hunted. If he pressed his face against her hair, he'd be able to smell sunlight on her skin. He said,
"Found you."
She jumped, spun around, shift flaring around her ankles.
Chadstone stepped close. He could almost taste the sunlight.
Game on.
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