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Decent
Once again, Alex lay on a rooftop overlooking the backyard of the Siren and the dilapidated shack that the men had disappeared into the previous morning. Alex pulled on the power of the veil, just enough to conceal him if anyone looked in his direction. He grimaced as pain exploded in his head but kept the groan from passing his lips. Alex knew he’d been drawing on more of the power than he should, but circumstances just seemed to transpire of late where it was required.
He winced as his shields slipped, if only for a moment, and the clamouring voices beat through his brain wanting to pull him in different directions. Before they—and Alex believed it was a ‘they’—could understand what he was up to, he raised his mental barriers once again with substantial effort and a grimace
