Liam's breath hitched in his throat; he knew this voice. The image of the woman dropped in silver filled his mind; he couldn't forget her.
"Watch out for that girl and mage, they are not what they appear to be."
The words echoed in his mind again, sending chills down his spine, and he looked around, half expecting to find the woman's silhouette hanging on some corner of the room, but there was no such thing. Ethan gulped, finding his hand its way to the small black rock he kept on a necklace. He began fidgeting with it, it brought a sense of calm to him as he could now begin to think straight
"What do you mean they can't be trusted?" He tried asking the voice.
But no reply came. A sigh escaped his This was frustrating, he thought; he had just been told not to trust his saviors by another untrustworthy being. He ran his hand through his hair, thinking of a solution.
