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“Aye.”
“Oh, God. You’re being serious. You really think it’s 1300, don’t you?” She started backing away from him, looking at him like he was a wild animal.
“Where are ye going? Ah said ye cannae go.”
“Yes, I can. You’re insane.”
She turned and ran, sprinting into the distance.
For a moment he was too surprised to react. Then he thought about her blabbing to the Sinclairs about where he was holed up.
He thought about having to move again just when he was finally finding some peace. A moment later he was sprinting out of the hut and hunting her down.
