Thessa froze beneath Theron's gaze. She saw chilling murder in her reflection, a steely will that didn't match the delicate, almost gentle face before her.
He had yet to even grow into a real man, and yet the soothing cadence of his voice and his small stature did nothing to belie his masculinity.
It filled her with a fear, a thought that she couldn't do anything but what this man asked.
"Good."
She didn't even reply before Theron said these words. It came from a depth of confidence that didn't need to be explained.
"It's in my best interest that you continue to live for now. So do as I say and you will leave here. Now point me toward the exact direction of the Fire Soul every time you sense it, and give me the exact distance—approximations of the latter are okay. But if I feel like you are misdirecting me with the former, you will suffer for it."
After saying these words, Theron let go of Thessa's hair.
Somewhat stiffly, she pointed.