"What?"
Lillian scoffed, spinning around so swiftly her vision addled.
After she steadied herself, she looked past a quivering Micah to rest her gaze on a glowering King.
"Who do you think you are, talking to me like that?"
Her initial amusement dissolved, soon morphing into a welcoming rage.
She didn't like the callous look lurking in King's eyes, and neither did she appreciate the menacing tone he had used to halt their pursuit.
Her body gave a one-time jerk. An after-effect of the terror she felt from his query.
While Lillian had the grace to question King, Micah didn't.
He felt a devastating surge of heat waves course through him.
The sudden heat within him elicited hot sweat beading on his temple in a sporadic placement.
King's call did not only upturn his wits, but
