He almost seemed offended, face tightening when I threw that statement his way.
Half, Mathias sent, sounding uncomfortable, though he approached me quickly, towering over me by at least a foot, wide shoulders square inside the deep blue of his wool pea coat.
Reena. Anything?
She's not here. I heard the hiss in the demon girl's mental voice. She returned from prowling the kitchen, eyes darting to a heavy door beside the stairs. We all turned to it as a growing dread punched me in the stomach and made me want to throw up.
Don't go down there, I sent, a mental whisper. None of us are ready for what's living in the basement. Don't ask me how I knew. Maybe Leah, maybe instinct. But da-yum.
Nope nope nope nope.
Reena exhaled and looked up at me. Quite the contrast between this pair, though
