"Enough."
Thalso's voice rolled through the room as he walked toward them, an overwhelming aura radiating from him. "You've been gone a long time. I thought I'd check on you, and this is what I find? Fighting each other?"
He glanced past them to the slain beast. "So that's how it is." With a gesture, the pressure vanished, leaving them gasping.
"It's not your fault," he said. "Killing a Lavathrax is tricky. Even in death they fight back, releasing a toxic gas that scrambles emotions."
Taria flushed, her aggression draining away. Had she really just tried to fight Kael? She avoided his eyes, only to catch Rauk's amused scoff. She rolled her eyes at him.
Kaedros stood slowly, his expression unreadable. So that explained the agitation… but not the emptiness where his Demon form used to be.
He glanced at Taria and smiled faintly. "We should postpone our sparring."
She snorted but took the hand he offered to help her up.
