The atmosphere was not correct.
Sensing that something was very, very wrong, she moved away from him, putting a couple of centimeters of distance between her and the old man. The instant she caught a glimpse of the strained expression on Sheamus's features her scalp went numb.
The white brows furrowed, the lips set in a straight line, the facial muscles taut and tight against the skin. A fiery, haunted look filled his brown eyes.
She knew that expression and unlike his usual furious expression, it demanded blood. James had only earned this once, but as she recalled her ex's healthy respect for her old master had started from then on.
Who had managed to provoke him so much? She didn't even stop to consider the strangeness in the thought of her. There they were, surrounded by dangerous beings and she feared more for the safety of those than her Master. Was there something wrong with her? However, in her head her master was omniscient and all powerful.
