A particularly violent crash against the door made me jump, the sound of splintering wood suggesting that supernatural fight club was about to become a home invasion. The twins' power surged again, but even I could tell they were struggling to contain the feral energy radiating from the hallway.
Danger, Luna noted, momentarily distracted from her fae thirst by the very real possibility of becoming werewolf chow. Many wolves. Very hungry. Very—
"Very much about to break down that door," I finished, watching as another impact actually cracked the ornate wood panel. "So maybe we could postpone your supernatural wooing for another time?"
"Are you afraid?" Iowyn's voice wrapped around me like silk sheets with an astronomical thread count, somehow both soothing and setting my nerves even more
