Gia
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“Look, we don’t know what the circumstances are,” Noah said. “She could be perfectly safe. Trent is not a bad guy.”
“We don’t know that for sure,” Davin said, narrowing his eyes. “I’ve heard of the faceless; you’re somewhat of an urban legend since not a single member has been identified in centuries. You’re like ghosts, moving around in the shadows. Who’s to say you’re not sowing chaos in the darkness?”
Noah’s expression darkened.
“We are in the business of protection. Bloodshed and betrayal is not our thing; we leave that to you and the other supernaturals,” Noah spat. Davin growled.
“Enough. There is no point in pursuing that conversation,” I said sternly. Noah and Davin both huffed and backed off. “Let me call her, and maybe she can shed some light on this. ”
I asked
