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They let me go and raised their hands.
I ran to Dyrel and wrapped my arms around him.
He placed a hand on my back and never took his eyes from the two big Titans.
“I’m so glad you’re okay!” I said. “I thought… I thought…”
“Let’s get you home,” he said.
He took my arm and led me around the lump on the ground. His two acquaintances parted to let us pass. The scene behind us faded as if it had never taken place.
“You can fight?” I said.
“Part of Titan training from a young age,” he said. “After all, we are a warrior race.”
“Well, why didn’t you teach me some of that?” I said.
“It all begins with the dance.”
I rolled my eyes.
“Sure it does,” I said.
“It’s called the Dance of Death. Master it and you can master the traditional Titan fighting style.”
If it meant I could take down someone of the bad Titans’ size, I was willing to do pretty much anything.
“But I’ll never get the hang of that damn dance,” I said.
“Then maybe I should let you in on a little secret,” he said, leaning forward. “I couldn’t learn to dance from a teacher either.”
“What?” I said. “Then why are you teaching me this way?”
“Because it’s how most people learn. If you like, I could show you how I was taught. I have to warn you, it’s not for the faint of heart.”
My smile curled one corner of my mouth.
“I’ve never been able to do things the way most people can either,” I said. “I prefer a much more hands-on approach.”
I looked at him and he looked right back.
I couldn’t believe I just said that. The connotation brought a rush of blood to my cheeks.
I prefer a much more hands-on approach.
“Then where did you learn to dance?” I said.
His eyes sparkled.
“For that, we’ll need to take a little trip,” he said.
We returned to his apartment and Dyrel took good care of me. He insisted I take a nice hot shower or bath while he cooked a small but delicious meal. Then we had a hot drink that looked a lot like hot chocolate but tasted like…
Well, I’d never tasted anything like it before my entire life. Somehow, it tasted like “purple.” I realize that sounds like a strange description but it perfectly summed up the drink. It was hot and thick and warmed me from the inside.
I was exhausted by the time I went to bed, my eyes already closing.
I suffered a nightmare that continued the scene in the park. Only, instead of Dyrel beating the Titan to a pulp, it was him lying in a puddle of his own blood. Then the bad Titan and his buddies did terrible, unspeakable things to me.
