02-22-2020, 10:26 PM
Her fingers curled deep into the sinew of Armande’s bicep, protectively clencing. Rowan’s splintering, even momentarily, stung like a slap to the face. Valeriya’s teeth were bared, snarling silent warning to those who intruded upon their triad. The magic of Rasputin was displayed, and Rowan swept aside their newly presented enemy. She looked to Regus to see what he would do next while the enemy was chased away.
The Eye of the Khylsty