A growl emitted from Isa, asking sharply for the name of the trader, the one who had shattered him. It was a frightening sound, but he still shook his head. Grimly he met her eyes. No. She'll hurt you. No one could win against her. No one except for the one. Amy hadn't been a trained fighter before encountering that creature. After she had trained as if possessed. Hadley had become her very unwilling target practice, helping her improve her aim at throwing knives and shooting arrows. She had become so much more deadlier than she had been before, and she'd been capable of capturing and torturing Hadley perfectly even before then. To see Isa face off with her, the poor broken female shattered and pulled apart by Amy's cruel knives, it was too much.
Asked why he had said such a thing about her Hadley shrugged. He didn't remember calling her as such. Think you were part of her? Somehow Isa had ended up reminding him of Amy. Or something had, at least. Something that sent him back to the time when there were still customers in his life, working tirelessly with fear. A shiver ran through his body, and he broke into a run at the sight of the borders. Crossing over he knelt down with relief, feeling the safety of it wrap around him. Amy couldn't reach him here. Everything was better.
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