Seamus decided to check on Dylan and Maria in the guest room. Both were still recovering; their Sagacitas parameters must have been unstable, unable to withstand Isolde's dream at all.
They were only human, after all, with no immunity to attacks on the mind.
Inside, the two of them were awake but still lying on the twin beds, pale and shaken. He felt bad, after all he'd been the one who suggested coming to the Velstrath manor.
Before he could speak, Dylan lurched off the mattress and seized him by the collar. His voice cracked, fear and fury twisting together.
"WHAT THE HELL, ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL ME AGAIN?!"
Seamus raised his hands. "Calm down, that wasn't me—"
"BUT YOU DO WANT TO KILL ME, DON'T YOU?! LIKE YOU KILLED MY FRIENDS?!" Dylan's grip shook violently, his eyes red-rimmed and wild.
"DID YOU LAUGH WHEN YOU SAW THEIR COFFINS ON THE GROUND?!"
