Never Too Late

[Oriena]

Ori barely paused her stride. If they had escaped whatever carnage was happening in the house, then it probably had something to do with Nox’s idea of heroism – which is to say, he considered them innocent, and she considered them worthless. But Sage wouldn’t panic about a normal hunt, even a dangerous one, despite what the pale man said about there being monsters inside.

She wasn’t sure what made her look back as she reached the front door; something in the tone of his voice maybe. He was smiling. The bonds around him loosened, albeit they slithered across his skin like teasing fingertips. Her own smirk was sinister. “Run,” she cautioned, as she shouldered her way inside.

Her gaze trailed the grand foyer. Presumably Nox was somewhere below, with the source of the fire. A grand way to bring a fucking building down on his head. What monsters he was trapped with was anyone’s guess and, filled with power, Ori didn’t much care. Even the ijiraq were quiet beneath the weight of her fury. She half expected Nox to come bursting through one of the doors, on the heels of those he saved. But he didn’t, and it only soured her mood.

“Ready or not, here I come.”