 ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
Brody shrugged. He knew Ronan knew what he was doing, but it was the sight of anyone bleeding that made Brody uncomfortable. He simply nodded after scanning Ronan’s hand quickly. He didn’t allow his relief to be visible on his face that the bleeding had stopped. In a moment, his attention was on the door? opening and the rumble inside? Dear Merlin. What was in there? The thought sent a chill through him but darn him if he was going to look foolish before Ronan.
Er, what?
The Coordinator swung gaze to Damian, an eyebrow arched questioningly and a little judgmentally. He thought Damian was even more dramatic now.
“We can focus a little more if you stopped talking about swords.” And truthfully, did Damian really expect that they would hang around for him while he trotted off for a sword? Brody, holding really gripping his wand before him again, followed Ronan into the opening. Was he on edge? You bet. |