“You don’t know that for a fact, Azaliyah.”
“No,” his jaw hardened into granite. “But I know for a absolute certainty that if you charge into the dark forest screaming at the top of your lungs, we both die before we ever get the chance to ask.”
She hated how often he managed to ruin her perfectly dramatic tactical plans with cold, irritating logic.
The towering, armored creature lowered its skull-like head and inhaled sharply through its wide jaw, drawing the thermal heat and scent directly from the cave mouth. Then, slowly, terrifyingly, it smiled. Rows upon rows of pale, needle-like teeth unfolded from the shifting dark of its lower face like a trap springing open.
Camron stepped directly forward, the white light flashing violently beneath his skin like a severe thunder storm waking
