Chapter 1812 My Fucking Duty & Service:>Ep22

• "Feeling heated? Skin tingles? Strange growths? I knew someone with similar symptoms once. You look like you've come down with the same affliction. Now, this can only mean two things. One, fairly innocuous. The other..." Her hand came to rest on his shoulders. "I think you'd better come with me while we get this sorted out.
• And so, the dance was over. There would be no bargaining, no half-hearted laughter. If Shay didn't extract himself, he was dead sure he wouldn't be escaping this castle alive.
• Time slowed for him in a crisis. Whether it was a magical effect, or just his mind racing in the moments where he felt the shears of fate skim past his part of the loom, he had no idea. But it let him process it all at once. His blades came into his hands as if he'd willed them there, his closed hand breaking her grasp on his shoulder as he armed himself in a single, liquid smooth motion. The other guards lurched back, gawking as the wool fell from their widening eyes.