The Lace retreated slightly, but Ronan didn’t relent. Again he exploded, and again, and again, as that scent of Adam continued to grow. He drove the Lace deep, deeper, deepest into the blackness. “Stay away from him,” he snarled, and then, because he was angry enough to risk trying the other language for it, he added, in the Lace’s way of speaking: Stay away from him!
