Fallon’s eyes skipped over Indra to land on Shea’s blood stained figure. He stiffened. Rage gripped his face, flooding the air around him until the nearest people took a step away. Indra whimpered. Even Shea, all the way across the clearing, fought to keep from retreating. It was scary. He was scary. His anger, so intense that it felt like the roar of a wildfire, singed her skin even at this distance. It was like being stared at by a great, wild beast held in check by only a thought.
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