Star of Silvaria: Chapter X: Eventual
Rolf’s words didn’t help.
Seeing his hands coming close to pry her away, Teka shrieked in my ear, bit the locket, and launched herself into the air, tearing the chain from my neck, before nestling herself in the highest unencroachable rafters.
“Teka!” Rolf whirled in a vain attempt to catch her as Raphael ducked and I tried to snatch the chain.
“My locket!”
“Agh, Teka,” Rolf muttered. “She’s a magpie in hawk’s feathers, I swear!”
He jumped and caught onto one of the lower beams, pulling himself up and reaching for the next. The beams wove overhead like thorns and ribs under a cross painted blue, and Teka must have been almost fifty feet above us.
The locket might have been the last thing I had to hold on to right now, but compared to Rolf?
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