Bounty Hunter Bash Unlocked Part Thirteen
Freedom! The moment that Bash woke up, she felt heavy. Almost like there were weights all over her body. Yet there was nothing on her other than her uncle’s cloak. Then she saw his arm before she saw the landscape moving. She looked up to see that he was carrying her. “Are you alright?” He asked. “Y-yeah.” “Why didn’t you use your magic as much as you needed to?” She looked to the side. “Bash!” Her eyes narrowed, suddenly reminded of the way her father would act. “You have to say it.” Suddenly her mind was flooded with their first meeting and to all the times that they talked about all the royals born out of wedlock that he killed. All of those that could ended up like him. Now that she felt this dark joy whenever she would use magic, she was concerned that she would end up back on his list. “Bash.” “It’s nothing!” “No. It’s not.” “I said, it’s nothing!” “We both know that that’s not quite true.” “It doesn’t matter. I’ll try not to use it.” “Why?” He asked, pulling her in. H...