C185 One Poor Angel

"I would be running if I were you!" she whispered, her voice a teasing melody against the tense air. A knowing smile curled on her lips, the kind only the wisest woman in the land could wear.

His breath hitched. "How am I supposed to know where she is? This---peacekeeper?" His arms flung up in surrender, frustration lacing his every word.

She chuckled, the sound like rustling leaves