Golems, witches, vampires, and demons had all stood before Dean Pane and yet this moment was the one in which he held the most fear. This wasn’t because of Demonica or Lance Chaos or even something unnamed having made itself rise from the grave. This was something entirely different; a battlefield all its own and something that he had never endured until now; Avery’s reaction. It wasn't as if his worry existed without merit, however as she was quite a difficult girl to read. She appeared to care for her nails and position of her hair but would disregard the fresh manicure or hairspray in order to protect Mattin and those it encompassed; both loved ones and strangers. He had even managed to talk himself out of this at least half a dozen times, but convinced himself once again when thinking
