Time

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through me just

g presence around us. All the hunters look mortified at the idea of Time visiting, which I can’t blame them for. Th

n upturned bucket. Skylar walks in, looking me up and down skeptically. I can see her considering whether to hide me or

e for you,

“You’re

im coming,” Skylar tells me, glancing over her shoulder as if she is nervous her brother is listening. From the small sn

tent, making me shiver. I can’t tell if that is the real weather, or if Time’s

ting or caring for the rest of us. I try get his attention while he is

him, his presence thick in the air to the point it weighs on me. Skylar clearly feels it too, as she shivers, standing up to walk back out the tent. I sit there, wondering if I

down, waiting for him to come by their stall. I hope he bypasses this one. The sound of voices from behind the stall catch my attention. Pushing the bucket I was sitting o

ying not to get on the bad side of the powerful immortal. Time is looking at fruit, picking some up and putting it down again

h is a strange sight on an Immortal. He has dark hair, as I’ve expected, however it doesn’t look as well groomed as I expected, as he pulls it back casually, not worried about it being messy.

g pure gold, concealing

on his sleeve. He has a refined accent, totally foreign. It’s heard only s

es

g a crisp bite of the apple. I can see the stall owner sift through his own mind for the perfect way to an

yebrow at him, and he seems to rethink what he said. “I mean, we all

sfied by what the poor man is offering. H

o, s

up until only the tips of his toes brushed the ground. He’s effortlessly strong, picking up the man as if

passes me by. So I suggest being honest with me, and telling me where she is. Her and I

. Oh no. Time lets go of the man, who scrambles away in fright. The Immortal doesn’t say another word to him, adjusting

, which means I’m going to stay in here as long as possible. The, I’ll need to get out of here. I’ll ge

r from outside the tent. I whirl around, walking back to the othe

to catch sight of me. I pull the curtain back for a moment until I brave looking back out. He hasn’t seem

atley, as if he’s uninterested in hol

y easy.” Time seems to consider that, blinking through thick, dark eyelashes. “All I

ds. “I’m s

must know I don’t have much time to waste,” he says promptly. He’s an Immortal, he has all the time in the world

the bucket I had previously been sitting on. Of course. I freeze, listening intently. The conversation outside ceases, and I pray they will mov

sappear whenever and

ct, he feels almost amused, as if he knows something no one else do

before the store curtain is pulled open. I jump, blinding by the bright lights from outside. My hear

e rumours about him are going to come tru