"I should have brought Killian with me," Severine said, shivering.
Her face had turned pale, eyelashes blinking rapidly, showing the turmoil she was in.
"No!" Austin suddenly roared, slamming his palms violently against the stone on both sides of her head, caging her in completely.
The sheer kinetic impact left the ancient wall vibrating, and small, web-like cracks began to form on the century-old masonry beneath his hands.
"I just want to talk to you!" he hissed, his face inches from hers. "Do you have to involve that monster in everything?!"
"We have absolutely nothing to say to each other. Go back to Victor. I'm sure you can still pretend to be his perfect, obedient son for a few more years."
"You think you're so clever, don't you?" Austin chuckled, a mirthless, dangerous sound.
The temperature around them began to drop rapidly—a subconscious, volatile leak of his inner energy as an Awakener.
