Mallory shifted on the stone bench seat, trying to get comfortable. It was impossible. Her gaze was once again drawn around the demonic bank and she frowned as it stopped on her brother who paced back and forth in front of her, Ryan, Callum and Danae. His demonic armour slid across his body as his hand closed around his sheathed dagger, encasing it in red leather rogue armour, receding as he let it go. Fang followed at his heels, her tail wagging.
Ryan chuckled, leaning in closer to Mallory. “Better hope it doesn’t have a limited use with the amount of times he’s done that since we arrived.”
Callum, who was sitting on one of the chests of treasure they’d stacked along the wall near the seat, flatpack furniture behind it, laughed. He patted Smudge when the river otter raised his head abov
