Her words had a strange effect on him. He froze before pulling away from her, watching her warily. “What?”
He ran his hand through his hair and shook his head before leaving the room, closing the door behind him.
Avice approached the dock, standing beneath near one of the damp supports. She knelt down to pick up a shell, the washing of the waves drowned out the footsteps that approached behind her, and she sighed just before a hand came over her mouth. She gasped, and tried to scream but was silenced by a swift fist.
Jack walked down the cold streets, glancing over his shoulder back towards the inn, a sick feeling in his stomach.
(Short zort) Outside the door of the inn there were barely noticeable drops of crimson blood. Nothing major, but obviously something happened.
Jack approached the door slowly, noting the blood with a furrowed brow before hurrying inside to their room.
