she dropped her head back , her neck arching gracefully . the hustle and bustle of the sandy streets stalled their journey frequently . there was a rushing in his ears , the wind against his face . for all three of them to escape they would need either wild-magic or their weapons , tucked away in the saddle bags near his legs . i feel his warm breath on my neck and my body breaks out into goose bumps . i looked in my right hand and noticed i had made something that im calling the mu-cutter . 