The silence didn't last long.
"We need to keep moving," Rhydian said again, his tone sharper this time. He looked at the bruises on his arm, then at the fading trail left by the witch. "If we stay here, they'll attack again.
Damon still had his hand on my arm. His breathing was steady, but I could feel the rage simmering just beneath the surface. His jaw clenched tighter.
Rhydian's eyes flicked to Damon. "You walked through her spell like it was nothing. That wasn't fae magic. What the hell are you?"
Damon snapped toward him, his eyes hardened with seething fury. "You're worried about what I am? How about we talk about where we are?" His voice was low but firm.
"This is your 'safe' route, right? Through the witches' realm? Then tell me, why were we just attacked by every kind of rogue crawling through the dirt?"
Rhydian stepped forward. "We're in No Man's Land. This was bound to happen. You knew that."
