GENRE: Upper MG Fantasy
Meescha (aka the girl) has just caught up to Zane after scaring him by warning an angry mob that a soul repo man was in their midst.
“I think you owe me a thank you.”
Zane looked down at her in disbelief. “A thank you? For what? You could've got me killed. And you ruined my chance to...run my rich master's errands,” Zane finished lamely. That was close. Why did this girl get him so messed up?
“Yeah, but I could've told them just who to go after, but I didn't. Do you think you'd have gotten away so easily if I'd given your description to the mob?”
“So why didn't you, then? What, did you just want to see me run scared because I told you to flit off?”
She made a face. “Please. I didn't want you to get hurt, I just wanted to make sure that Councilor Waterbane kept her shadow.”
“I told you, I'm not a Shadowcatcher!” Zane lied, his eyes straying toward the Councilor's office.
“Yeah, yeah, whatever. I know what you are. In fact, I'd bet I know more about what you are than you do.”
“Is that so?”
“Yeah, that's so. But I'd be happy to show you. All you have to do is follow me.”