CAINE
We reach Grace's door, and I pause, inhaling deeply. Her scent lingers, but it's already growing fainter. She's already been gone for two days, and the knowledge makes my blood simmer. I spent a day and a half going to the Forest Springs Pack and back for nothing; if this warlock doesn't deliver results, the weak grasp I have on my sanity might slip after all.
"What about defensive spells?" The question surprises me as much as it does him.
Thom blinks rapidly. "I—well, I can ward off a bee."
So, useless.
The vague thought in my head to keep him around to protect her fades in an instant.
We wouldn't have to worry about her safety if you'd charmed her a little. Would it have really killed you to smile at her even once? Maybe apologize for killing the man who was once her father?
My molars grind together. "Who was the one to rip out his throat, Fenris?"
At your order, he says. Don't make me the same as you. She liked me. She doesn't like you.
