Glasya slipped out of the darkness to follow her. He stayed a pace behind her, careful to stay out of her immediate reach. When he reached the spreading pool of blood, he lengthened his stride to step casually over it. Dust and small stones skittered into the puddle, quickly darkening to black. He slipped his hands behind him, clasping them loosely together at the small of his back. He raised his chin, regarding the woman from beneath a raised brow.
"That's an interesting little party trick," he said. "Do you have any others?"