Psychic Singularity Ch 11

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Though she had some misgivings about this aspect of her uncle – it
frightened her, how quickly she had lost herself to the fight and the
blood, made her wonder if part of it was his influence – Acacia was sure
now that he knew who she was and would keep his word about coming with
her quietly.

Even if he did keep getting distracted, eyes narrowed and teeth
clicking like a cat’s chitter as his ears flickered, obviously hearing
things in the underbrush that Acacia couldn’t, Bloodlust still followed
behind his niece and her attendant nightmares as they walked towards the
woods.

Something rustled the bushes at the other side of the clearing the
arena had sat in until so recently and all four swung to face it.

Acacia had an arrow to the string without remembering drawing it, waiting for something to show itself.

The bushes rustled again, and Bloodlust darted forward, claws ready to rend and tear, teeth bared.

A nightmare burst out of the bushes, and Bloodlust checked himself so
hard he flipped over in midair and hit the ground hard, leaving a claw
gouges in the dirt where he landed.

Acacia was sliding the arrow back into her quiver even as Bloodlust
was hitting the dirt, both she and the three nightmares holding back a
little from him while trying to see if he was okay.

He sat up after a few seconds and shook his head, so Acacia decided
he was probably fine and turned to look at the nightmare that had come
barreling out of the bushes.

She recognized Sauron after a glance, and rushed past the nightmare as her father and another nightmare appeared.

Acacia might have been an adult, but right now she’d been worried about her family and needed a hug from her dad.

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