One flash of uncertainty in his eyes was enough for me to know he understood the gravity of what I had said. He knew perfectly well who I was referring to. That name, buried for so long, even the mightiest had feared to whisper it.
Vickson exhaled sharply. "We need to find her." I nodded. "Before they do."
The dim chamber resounded with my echoed footsteps, meticulously pacing. It was the aromatic blend of stale timber and a subtle hint of blood that had congealed in the air. Years of painstakingly honing the craft of illusion fell to pieces tonight, far more than I could manage.
Vickson stood in the middle of the room with his intense gray eyes staring at mine. I could hardly breathe under the pressure of his stare, barely a hair's breadth away from his barely suppressed fury. He was a wolf on the verge of a rampage and I was all that stood between him and utter annihilation.