Remington's POV-
Aurum froze, the temperature plummeted and the room filled with frost covering every surface. No one moved, hell, I'm sure at least half of them weren't breathing at this point. The man that had spoken took a step forward, never taking his eyes off us. He muttered something that sounded like he was speaking in another language and his eyes lit up with an eerie blue glow. It almost looked Celestial as I watched him.
Part of me, the logical part, thought I should fight or turn tail and run, but part of me felt safe. You know, that illogical part of you that follows a strange man home from the bar, hoping he isn't a serial killer. There was an air of comfort maybe even familiarity with the man, yet I had no memory I could place of meeting him.
We watched him, silently. A
