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Bryce muttered another curse and clipped leashes to Hatter's collar and harness.
+ Wisp +
Wisp whimpered quietly as his wounds burned.
“So you really are a princess.” Maverick's eyes burned both with anger and hurt. "When were you planning to tell me; before or after I got killed trying to protect you?”
Wisp closed his eyes in pain as he started healing.
“So you really are a princess.” Maverick's eyes burned both with anger and hurt. "When were you planning to tell me; before or after I got killed trying to protect you?”
He nodded and waited until one came into sight before jumping up onto the front, forcing the driver to stop. "We're taking this back to the house of Xiava, and your going to drive us there, got it?" He snapped at the merchant and they nodded quickly, terrified as The Slasher came right up to them and dragged a very wounded looking Everteen over.
“So you really are a princess.” Maverick's eyes burned both with anger and hurt. "When were you planning to tell me; before or after I got killed trying to protect you?”
The carriage moved on down to Xiava's house and the merchant the whole time was trying not to stare at the four strangers until they got there and Garett jumped off, dragging Wisp with him.
Bryce dragged Hatter off and hooked him to the side of the house.
+ Wisp +
Wisp cringed as his wounds were reopened.
“So you really are a princess.” Maverick's eyes burned both with anger and hurt. "When were you planning to tell me; before or after I got killed trying to protect you?”
Bryce sat down on the porch, wrapping a cloth around his bleeding wrist.
+ Wisp +
Wisp yelped.
“So you really are a princess.” Maverick's eyes burned both with anger and hurt. "When were you planning to tell me; before or after I got killed trying to protect you?”
He left them and joined Bryce, glancing at his wrist. "So, that didn't go as planned, but they'll both be regretting it soon enough." He muttered and prepared his weapons.
[_]The Mad Hatter[_]
He woke up slowly and yelled in pain as the chains rubbed against his bleeding arms, the cuts in them almost to the bone.