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Daemon stopped in mid-stride, giving Mystique no warning as he slid to a stop and stood perfectly still. Mystique dodged to the side barely missing him as she went around. She stopped herself a few feet away and crouched down to hide from whatever made Daemon stop. She pulled both of her knives and was ready to fight when Daemon started moving again. He came straight for her. He grabbed her as gently as he could and picked her up and held her like he was cradling a baby, then he started running as fast as he could.
“What the hell? What are you doing?” Mystique yelled up at Daemon in surprise as she sheathed her knives.
“I just got a message from Angie. She’s in trouble and we need to get there now.” Daemon hugged her close and leapt over a small stream.
“How? You said you couldn’t talk to her, you could only share feelings or something.”
“We figured out a way to get simple messages back and forth. All I know is she needs my help. She is still not hurt but she is worried about something.”
“Hey, where’s your ax?” Mystique asked as she realized he wasn’t carrying it.
“Damn, I must have dropped it when I got Angie’s message,” Daemon snarled, annoyed with himself for losing the ax. He could go back for it but he didn’t want to spend the time and he wasn’t sure he wanted a present from a Rift creature anyway.
Mystique was not happy about being carried but she thought if she complained Daemon might drop her and run off. She knew he would feel bad about leaving her alone but he was going to rescue his sister and nothing was going to stop him.
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