Chapter 93

I sighed a weary groan of a noise, "Of course they are."

"Coincidence?" Tara questioned.

"Must be." Morgana replied.

"Coincidence?" Donna asked and then saw the dead bodies and screamed.

We all waited a moment for her to calm the fuck down. I tapped my foot with crossed arms like an annoyed parent. She had thrown another problem in my face and now was whaling over something I had already become used to - perhaps I was the strange one in this situation?

"You're safe. I bet seeing dead people is scary. The Unseelie attacked, but we have dealt with it. I need you to focus. What is this about the Romans?" I said taking charge.

"They are attacking."

"Who is dealing with that?"

"We are."

I bit down my frustration.

"Who is we?"

"Druids, and the clan warriors."

"And the problem is?"

"Mars himself is striking down the walls. He could break through at any moment."