"So what's your point?" Melody asked flatly. The conversation was going nowhere, but it was at least giving them something to do.

"My point," Hoyt began, before his eyes went wide. "Duck!"

He shoved Melody down beneath the edge of the wall just as a volley of arrows came flying. Melody was fine, but Hoyt...

Oh, he was not winning this one by dying! Melody could hear the soldiers below and took a deep breath.

One little resurrection wouldn't exhaust her too badly.

A moment later, Hoyt was just staring at her.

"Your point?" Melody insisted.

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