The man’s fingers were like venom on Rían’s chest. Wherever the cleric touched, his skin wilted, his stomach churned with the biting poison they were spreading in its wake. And though he wanted to cringe, wanted to break the man’s fingers and rip them from his hands, he knew he couldn’t. Not yet. He needed to figure out how to out-maneuver him, out-smart him, and try not to get blasted with whatever these assholes attacked Rory with.
This is only one man. I can take him. I just have to figure out how, this mantra swirled in his mind. Though what kept him back from making a move was the fear that stemmed from the unknown. He didn’t know what the Karanlık were entirely capable of after meeting them just once. But with what he had seen in the glen, they scared the shít out of him.
The man’s
