Chapter 11: Choosen Ones
Once fully freed, Maggie handed a shirt and a pair of briefs to the woman. The latter didn't hesitate—she slipped them on without a hint of shame, right there in front of Dylan, as if modesty had died along with the pain.
Maggie herself was down to a stretch olive-green top, clearly made for mobility rather than fashion. Her arms were bare, the fabric hugging her solid shoulders. The cargo pants fit snugly around her hips, showing off her navel and the sharp lines of her abs. She wore it all like armor, not a runway outfit.
And Dylan? He didn't flinch.
Not the time to ogle. Not the place either.
Not that she wasn't attractive—far from it. But this was a demon-infested forest, with a spike-beast faster than its shadow, and a woman fresh off a sacrificial altar.
Definitely not the setting for a boner.
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Dylan kept scanning the area. No sound, except for the soft rustling of Maggie's bag as she dug around for spare clothes. The moment was calm. Too calm. Then, something caught his eye.
Her ears.
Way too long to be normal.
"Miss... are you human?" he asked, unable to hold back his curiosity.