"We need to get another lead," said Killian as he dropped his hand and looked at the ceiling of the lodge. It was as if he were trying to pry open the skull of the gods above and see what was ahead of them.
Inez didn't know what he was thinking, but something about his expression was off. It made the siren in her whimper, and a tug in her gut told her that something was about to go wrong. Very wrong. There was something out there, and he or she was waiting for them to make a mistake such that they could take their pack down in one swoop.
"We will be fine," sensing her worry, Killian reached out and took her hand in his. "There is nothing to worry about."
"Yeah," Inez smiled as she changed the topic of the conversation, "I submitted the application to the competition."
"Thats great, Bubbles—"
The rest of his words were interrupted by the ringtone of his phone. Killian smiled at her apologetically before fishing his phone out and answering it. "Yes?"
