I couldn’t help a nervous glance around the stone hallway—if the incarnation of evil were present, he remained in the shadows. I glared at Irrik, hating him for making me feel weak. If he were one centimeter closer, I’d punch him. Maybe. “I was laughing at you,” I snapped. “Dimwit.” The Drae clutched my elbow. “I don’t see the humor in the joke, Khosana.”
