Murphy doesn't like this. She feels like she's two steps behind Gabriel and about to be slapped in the face with a really stupid plan.
"Gabriel." There's a slight edge of desperation in her voice. "You can't take this thing alone, not right now." The last is a low, hissed whisper.
The skinwalker mantles, feathers going thready and thick as it takes on the twisted dimensions of a bear. "You are a servant," it says. Its boneclatter voice is still amused, now with a touch of scorn. "An entertainment."
It bulls forward with more speed than a bear could possibly manage. Murphy's not going to dodge. Not until she knows Gabriel is getting the fuck out of the way.
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Murphy doesn't like this. She feels like she's two steps behind Gabriel and about to be slapped in the face with a really stupid plan.
"Gabriel." There's a slight edge of desperation in her voice. "You can't take this thing alone, not right now." The last is a low, hissed whisper.
The skinwalker mantles, feathers going thready and thick as it takes on the twisted dimensions of a bear. "You are a servant," it says. Its boneclatter voice is still amused, now with a touch of scorn. "An entertainment."
It bulls forward with more speed than a bear could possibly manage. Murphy's not going to dodge. Not until she knows Gabriel is getting the fuck out of the way.