So, instead, Clerise took in a deep breath and clenched her fists. Unfortunately, there was still a device in her hands, and with the tightening of her grip came a low creak of despair, clearly remarking that it was under duress in a way that only an inanimate object could.
Caelius pressed onward without a word, so she put her bickering aside (for now), settling on covering her face with the crook of an arm. The fog was starting to feel a lot less like moisture and a lot more like barbed hooks, dragging along her flesh, a razor sharp kiss that she did not, in any way, desire. She grimaced and chewed on her cheek to keep her hisses from being emitted.
"What," she said, whipping around to look Caelius in the eye, "are we looking for, exac-"
The words died in her throat, and there was an eye, bright and luminous and--
We walk through the valley of the shadow of death, and I am afraid.
Clerise summoned Balthazar, lip curled. Being a cornered animal was the only thing she'd ever been good at.
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