“So this is where you ran off too.”

Her brow twitches, and she glances at her shoulder at Mathias, narrowed eyes focusing in on the stitched black scar on his temple, the top trailing into the smattering of graying hair above his ear.

Dallas sighs, “You know I don’t run.”

Stepping up to her side, Mathias snorts, “I’ve seen you run.”

“Well you must have been hallucinating.”

He breathes out a laugh and they fall into an easy silence.

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