Melchoir senses Brandon’s swirling questions, sighing heavily as he does. “Brandon,” he begins to explain who they are and what they represent as he started to with Raine in the lake. “I saw you run from it. I knew you would…” Melchoir huffs at Brandon.
“Knew I would? Anyone would have run from that show,” Brandon retorts.
“Not Raine,” Melchoir raised the thickly scaled skin above his eye as a challenge. No one could ever hold a candle to her, he thought.
“Raine is one of you,” Ben spit back.
Melchoir does his best not to startle his little savior, deciding not to roar at the i***t stuffed inside of his consciousness. She needed time to recuperate, that is, if she gave faith to that. Stress was very obviously overwhelming her and there really was no way to help her through unless she
