Nevaeh inwardly scoffed. Something from the creepy dark place said don't be afraid? Like hell! Whoever it was just stepped up the creep-factor. Nevaeh made a face, looking over at Aron, she mind-linked ‘Don't be afraid? Said the spider to the fly’ He smirked at her, grunting out a chuckle.
'Can we dispel that ward?' Aron asked Sébastien.
'Let's just go.' Tate growled, his impatience trumping his reason. Gritting his teeth. ‘Don’t worry, Nev. I won’t let anything happen to you’
Levi said, ‘What if they have one of those mâncătors behind the smoke and mirrors?’
‘Then I’ll deal with it!’ Tate growled. He didn’t know why he was raging at his cousin, but it felt like this coil of anger was unwinding inside him and he couldn’t pull back. ‘f**k their mâncător bullshit!’
Elder Raith hissed
