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The girl grabbed the neckline of her shirt and jerked her closer with
too much ease. Kari stiffened as the girl’s cheek touched hers.
“Funny wolf demon, hiding in this wretched town.” Her voice was low and
cruelly amused. Kari tensed, prepared to jerk free and throw a fist, but the
girl hissed, “Ah, no, don’t move. There are many innocents here, though I would
not call demons innocent. I know you would not want them hurt.”
She suddenly realized the closeness of so many villagers, as if she’d
been ripped out of reality and dropped harshly back into it again.
Kari bit back a growl. “Who are you?”
She knew, though, before the small girl laughed. The boastful yet
righteous arrogance of someone who believed truly and wholly in her cause—it
could be no one else.
“I feel your defeat. You’ve answered your own question.”
Kari’s throat was dry. “Ri…Riniko. What are you doing here? Why—”
“Since you’ve yet to heed our warning, I’m here to play a little game.”
“Kari!” Ari called.
Riniko’s small hands tightened. “Tell him to leave. We’re busy.”
She hesitated. Ari yelled for her again, and now she envisioned him
pushing through the crowds, looking for where she’d gone.
“It’s fine,” she yelled back. “I…I’m helping someone. I’ll catch up!”
Riniko’s grip didn’t loosen. “Your boy is insistent.”
Kari turned her head with some difficulty, given Riniko’s grip. The
little witch traded, wrapping her arms around Kari’s neck with a giggle that
cracked against her eardrums.
Visible between passersby, Ari made his way to them. His brows raised
at the sight of the girl around her neck.
“Who is…”
Kari smiled, big and wide, and prayed he didn’t notice her trembling
lips. “She’s lost. I’m part of the Council, so she came to me. Go back to Rathik
and Essie, I’ll catch up.”
Ari saw something in her face; his eyes constricted, his jaw pulsing,
uncertain of what to do.
Please walk away, Ari. It’ll be okay this time. I promise.
When she did not say anything more, he relented. “Alright. Meet us over
there, okay?”
Kari nodded, jostling Riniko. Ari glanced between them, then jogged
off.
Riniko giggled again, quieter this time. “Good.”
Kari grabbed her around the waist and yanked her off. There was
something insanely surreal about holding a small child in her hands, a child
whose eyes burned with unmatched cruelty and fire.
“What do you want?” she snarled.
Riniko wrapped too-small fingers around Kari’s wrists and met her eye
with a cool, even gaze.
“You know what we want. I’m only here to set the fire of action a
little higher for you.”
Her palms, pressed against Kari’s skin, warmed. Kari’s eyes widened, and she
struggled with the instinct to fling the small child away.
“We do not want to burn this entire village to the ground. Despite the
way these villagers associate with demons, they are still good, innocent
people. The demons can be excused as long as they remain thusly. But you
cannot. You must come and face your fate.”
Her arms were burning; Kari bit back a scream. “I keep telling you, I
don’t want to hurt anyone! Why can’t you just leave me alone?”
“Tell that to those poor people in the east. They probably thought you
didn’t want to kill them. But now they’re very, very dead.”
Kari staggered back. There were fewer villagers out now, less to see
this odd pair, but Kari dreaded what Riniko would do if even one was drawn to
them. She inched away from the square, edging toward an alley between two
buildings.
“Isn’t it enough that I died once? What more can you want?”
Riniko laughed. “Oh, yes, but Zina got cold feet. Superstition, I
guess. She couldn’t let it die with you. No, she believed it would go on,
despite having no body. So here you are, her little pet wolf demon, but she
won’t be here to save you a second time.”
Cold feet? Let it die with her?
The burning on her arms increased, snapping her attention back to
Riniko’s young-girl face.
“I’ll come to you,” Kari croaked. “Does that make you happy? I’ll leave and
find you.”
Riniko’s eyes lit up, though she did not remove her hands. The heat
continued to rise until Kari thought she could smell her flesh cooking.
“Oh, do you promise?” Riniko asked, her voice girlish, sickeningly
sweet. “Pretty please?”
“Please stop,” Kari whispered between her teeth.
Little hands lifted, releasing her from the agony of fire. Kari
trembled, then froze as those hands touched her cheeks.
“It was easy to infiltrate this place, Kari. It would be even easier,
now, to set it all ablaze. You remember my previous work.”
Kari’s hands around Riniko’s waist shook with the effort to not squeeze
her into pieces. “You’re the monster, witch,” she snarled.
“It takes a monster to slay one,” Riniko responded. “Remember that if
you decide to hesitate any longer. I’m tired of waiting for this final show. My
sisters have both seen that I was right and now it’s time to end this.” Riniko
raised her hands. “Put me down.”
Shaking profusely, Kari set Riniko on the ground, where the little
witch-girl brushed off her plain, brown dress. She fluffed her hair, then
raised a finger to her lips.
“Remember your promise,” she said, then spun and skipped away into the
darkness.
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