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Ignas nodded as she pressed against the door to step out, and he followed close behind as he muttered, “You’re brave, Collins.” Collins. It was a nickname he’d given her when they first met at the bar. She’d asked for a Tom Collins, and he teased her for ordering it. They became friends rather quickly, but he’d never thought this friendship would be leading him into something like this just a few months later. But he cared about Nora, knowing she meant so much to Marina. And Marina was his first close friend on the island.
Ignas followed her lead as they both made their way in the direction of the carnival, surveying the streets of the town to keep an eye out for hunters. It brought back somber memories for him. The last time he encountered hunters it’d cost him his coven and they’d killed his brother. He would do anything to keep Marina from losing Nora. “Any luck trying to get ahold of her yet?”
A small smile tugged on her lips at the nickname. It was remarkable how one word could bring her so much comfort, the little, playful reminder that he had her back. She was so used to watching her own back, and watching out for others, it was nice to have someone look out for her. “You too, Iggy.” Her own nickname for him. She couldn’t remember how it started, she might’ve just said it initially to see if it would get a reaction out of him and it stuck.
She pulled out her phone from her pocket as he spoke, wondering the exact same thing. Marina froze in her tracks when she saw Nora’s name pop up on her phone, a bright, relieved smile broke out on her face when she saw the words ‘I’m okay.’
“Oh thank god.” She held onto his arm gently as she sighed in relief, afraid her knees might give out from under her with the surge in emotion, tears pricking the corners of her eyes. “Yeah.” She glanced up at Ignas, her relieved grin almost splitting her face in half, “She’s okay. She’s looking for a place to duck into right now.” She typed out a quick response, trying to figure out where her sister generally was. She took a deep breath, releasing some of the panic she’d been holding in her chest, leaning slightly against him as she watched the three dots that told her Nora was typing, and mumbled to reassure herself, “She’s okay.”


















