The scorpion-man demigod had never imagined, not even in his wildest dreams, that when he looked again toward Charlotte, she would also turn her gaze directly onto him.
The blood clan girl who had only just become a demigod rank had actually detected his presence!
For an instant, a chill swept through the scorpion-man's heart. It was as if his blood had turned to ice.
He realized at once that this girl standing before him was no ordinary demigod. She was something far beyond the common definition. His instincts screamed at him, and the hair along his spine bristled. A suffocating crisis pressed down upon him, one that he had never felt before.
As a demigod, instinct and intuition were often sharper than reason, and his first reaction was to run. His body moved almost on its own, a desperate urge to flee rising within him, because he could sense it: the aura of death itself.
