Kael.
For a moment, all I felt and wanted to feel was anger. Anger at Zevran for stubbornly reaching out to that mad Lycan despite all our warnings. Anger at myself for not being able to do anything besides stand here and watch Lani deteriorate further with each passing second.
And do you know what was most annoying?
The fact that there was nothing I could do about it. Nothing at all besides wait for a miracle…
A miracle which now was in the form of a possessed looking man dressed in a shiny three piece suit with glitters all over his slick black hair and the most menacing look to ever exist on his face.
His spread out both of his hands as his eyes raked from the tops of our heads to our feet. Then he drawled; "What did you say you needed me for again?"
I gulped. I could swear that I had heard him speak. I could swear that his deep voice had reverberated across the room, but I could also swear that I never saw his lips move.
He had spoken in my head. In our heads.
