Bloody Hands, Bloody Hearts | Afric & Kaleb
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Afric said he’d come and see the slave again, and he kept to his word. He’d enjoyed the skinwalkers company, even if their views on the city differed, it was bound to happen when they were on opposite sides of the fence. They’d fought against each other in the war and had completely different upbringings.
Stopping outside the halfbreed cell with a guard, waiting for him to unlock it before he smiled to Kaleb “I said I’d come, you ready for some food at my place?” He’d already found the hearts for the slave to eat, it was surprisingly easy to find human hearts in CrownPoint, especially when you owned a magic shop that had them in stock on a regular basis.
“Is there anything in particular you’d like to drink?” He could conjure just about anything, but they could always stop at the store on the way if it was easier. He didn’t want to overwhelm the slave with his magic when he knew Kaleb wasn’t thrilled by shows of power.