XVIII

“We can share. You, me, and Ash.”

“We can’t whisper anymore, our humans won’t be able to hear it, and then their guards will hear it.” Raum nudges Jordan to get him up, but the Shifter stays right where he’s comfortable.

“Dragon,” Sauda says, “Go play Boogie Man.”

Adorna smiles, a bitter smile reaching to her eyes, and lighting them up from onyx black to the black-blue right before a storm. She scoots even closer to the bars, talons running up and down the iron. The smell of fear becomes a thick fog, some of it coming from Dix.

Maddox has the coolness of looking at Adorna and not being fazed. Malik seems like he is at home, even with a half-shifted Adorna. Dix, however, his eyes were too wide. The color flushed from his face and head fixed in Adorna’s direction. Sauda might have to think about taking him off of the team unless he can warm up to the unusual.

“I’m glad she’s on our team,” Dix whispers, “She’s completely terrifying... and oddly beautiful.”