(Scars do not appear to be cause of death –shock ... - Bad Request

Chapter 67
"Yarr, matey!"
Annah merely gave me one of those long, piercing looks.
"What? Don't think it'd look good on me?" I pulled the eyepatch from my
face. It had a rose pattern along that oval of black cloth. Perhaps it would've
looked good on me. Ironic, at least.
"Just save yer jink," Annah said. I nodded in reply, tossing the eyepatch back
onto the counter.
We walked for a while through the market. At first I had hoped that it would
give the two of us a chance to talk, to calm Annah down a bit. Ignus'
freedom had been unnerving to all of us, but Annah was especially on-edge.
She walked more stiffly, ducked so as to keep me between her and Ignus,
like a girl hiding behind her mother's apron.
"I won't let him hurt you. Besides, he seems to be perfectly loyal to me for
freeing him."
"I can take care o' meself," she snapped, "but yer an idjit. Yeh consort with
fiends and devils, people die where e'er yeh go. It's gonna get yeh penned in
the dead-book soon enough."
"Well it would if it didn't keep spitting me back out."
"That Ignus is trouble, mark me words. Didn't yeh see the wounds he
inflicted on yeh?" she touched my hands. They were still blistered and
burned by his flame. The healing had been slow to come. I winced.
The flutter of two rosy wings caught my eye.
"Grace, so nice of you to join us."
Her voice was smooth and sure as always, but a troubled undercurrent
bubbled beneath those smooth waters, "It is good that you are discussing
the matter of our new companion... I have concerns of my own to
contribute."
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