by Scars Mate » October 19th, 2013, 9:03 am
Rotan sighed.
'I hope the council don't to angry about that,' he muttered, his brow creasing. Rivera carefully slipped her hand into his. His fingers closed around it gratefully, and he visibly relaxed.
'So we have to find them. Perhaps not today; it's too late at night, and that's when they're most powerful. Tomorrow, first thing. You can all pick a room and stay here, to make it easier,' she said, her eyes stubborn.