11-19-2018, 12:35 PM
Tobias stood and Asha’s grip tightened, for a moment panicked that he meant to leave her there in his haste to escape. But his hand did not loosen its hold; if anything, he seemed equally disinclined to let go. Nausea crept through strong. Fear. The terrible anger of the older man and the queenly regality of his companion radiated beyond, filling her like an overspilled cup. Asha pulled herself to her feet, tuned to the need to escape. The emotions of the others crashed like tumultuous waves, spiking the roaring pulse in her ears. Sweat pricked her skin as her body reacted.
“You don’t need to be rude, Rowan.” The snap was uncharacteristic, but the fuel of fury and fear were a potent mix. Rowan knew what Tobias could do; what he could see, and yet she maligned his reaction like he was a child acting out of turn. Her gaze moved to more interesting pastures, like people were so much as trinkets to be discarded when more tantalising prospects came along. We warned you.
But at least it presented the opportunity for a smooth exit. Or smooth enough, anyway. The strange dark-haired woman did not so much as blink beyond the capture of Rowan’s gaze, and even the man seemed more preoccupied with her and Mik than with Tobias and Asha. She squeezed reassurance, ready to follow.
“You don’t need to be rude, Rowan.” The snap was uncharacteristic, but the fuel of fury and fear were a potent mix. Rowan knew what Tobias could do; what he could see, and yet she maligned his reaction like he was a child acting out of turn. Her gaze moved to more interesting pastures, like people were so much as trinkets to be discarded when more tantalising prospects came along. We warned you.
But at least it presented the opportunity for a smooth exit. Or smooth enough, anyway. The strange dark-haired woman did not so much as blink beyond the capture of Rowan’s gaze, and even the man seemed more preoccupied with her and Mik than with Tobias and Asha. She squeezed reassurance, ready to follow.