I rushed after him but got pulled away once out of the room. I screeched, stopping him on his track. He had stalked far off and when he turned, he let out more strings of what I assumed to be curses.
The person holding me had the unmistakable smell of magic. Their hand on my skin made me nauseous. The few times I encountered magic before this ordeal, it affected my senses but now, it overwhelmed me. Maybe because I now associated it with something unpleasant, evil, but the smell made my heart race, my skin crawl and my breath short.
"Do you want to do this with me, Maverick?" I felt the person beside me stiffen. Pulling at the hand frozen across my mouth did not yield any result.
"If she is not your human, you have no reason to keep her." I felt his breath against my neck, felt his ha
