[Alice's anger antagonizes Koltira, makes him want to stay. To wreck that look on her face, to boil her blood, to let the plague spill from his fingers and seek the vitality of her muscles. But these impulses war with his better angels, with the sharp slivers of reason still scrabbling for purchase in his mind. He stares at her, jaw clenched, growling low like an angry dog. Seconds pass, almost a full minute.
At length, he turns away from her. He returns Byfrost to his back. Power, pale green and swirling, rises around his boots. Without another word, he takes off, darting into the crowd, towards the city's exit.]
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At length, he turns away from her. He returns Byfrost to his back. Power, pale green and swirling, rises around his boots. Without another word, he takes off, darting into the crowd, towards the city's exit.]