The hostile move snapped her out of her panicked indecision. Her fear disappeared as calm determination took over. Fierce, furious protectiveness burned through her. Surprise flashed across the first draconian’s face. Had he seen her eyes go black with shading? Was he surprised at her resistance to his Nightmare Effect, normally effective even on shaded daemons? Almost lazily, she settled into a fighting stance—knees bent, hands held loosely out to her sides with her fingers curled, ready for her claws once she shifted to her daemon glamour. Her instincts told her an attack was coming, and her
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