The captain shot another look at his flailing men. “Magister Feryll. Care you explain to me why you’re here, using my men as dominoes, and not at your estate like I was informed?”
“At the time you were informed, I likely was at home,” Feryll said. “But events escalated a bit and we thought it better to relocate.”
“What happened?” Leya asked sharply.
“Death, destruction, abductions, general calamity,” Feryll said casually.
“Don’t forget the demonic summoning rituals,” Selissa reminded him.
“And demonic summoning rituals,” Feryll added.
“-and half of them are dead now!” an aggravated male voice said, too close for comfort. “I’m telling you, that man is a demon! How did they even catch him in the first place?”
Taelan glanced at her when it became clear who they were talking about and shot her a small grin, looking bizarrely pleased by the description.
Why do I get all the insane people? Selissa would have pinched the bridge of her nose in exasperation if it wasn’t because her arms were trapped against said insane person and her nose was still very much broken. Oh, and if she wasn’t about to be killed.
It would be hard to explain the Demios clan’s interest in her without mentioning the archangel someone had sealed inside her. A someone she still didn’t know the identity of, but whom she would very much like to punch in the face if she ever got the chance.
Seymour watched the magister leave before glancing at Selissa who had taken to scowling at the nearest wall. The look in his eyes suggested he didn’t quite know where to start.
“Should I be worried about you living with him?” he asked. “Angry peasants get into fist fights. Angry mages burn down cities.”
“A few weeks in, and your apprentice already holds you in such high regard,” Rowan said. “It’s heartwarming.”
Feryll frowned at them. “How did I end up surrounded by angry women?”
Selissa raised an eyebrow. “Would you prefer angry demons?”
The magister hesitated, eyeing her warily. “I would answer that honestly, but I fear you’d punch me.”