[The smile turns razor-sharp, sharklike, before it melts in to something softer. Something almost kind.
The Darkling twists his hands together- more for show than any actual need, since his control of his shadows is already slipping- and he releases her from the bind.]
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The Darkling twists his hands together- more for show than any actual need, since his control of his shadows is already slipping- and he releases her from the bind.]
Good.
[Very good.] Follow me.