Mathena watched as the very large werewolf, extremely unnerving Dimitri disappeared through the old doors before turning to study Xeon with a scowl.
She felt strangely impassive as the scent of death and brutality enveloped around her. Maybe not startling after the last few days. There was only so much a woman, even one conditioned to demon barbarity, could bear without going into emotional excess.
That didn’t mean, however, she was ignorant of the threat that continued to haunt her.
She had only to glance at Xeon’s tight expression to be reminded.
“Xeon? What do you sense?” she whispered.
“We’re being watched.” Without even skimming in her path, a seeming trend this evening, Xeon tugged two blades from his boots and handed her one. “Here… take this.
Gingerly taking the dagger, she
