GRAYSON WATCHED AS ANTONIO HELD THE BOOK OUT TOWARDS KILLIAN, who shook his head, eyes flickering to him and back to Antonio. "Page fifty-eight. Find it."
Antonio obliged, awkwardly rifling through the book while still clutching the goblet in his other hand, and held the book aloft once it was at the right page. Killian smirked slightly, observing Grayson. "I trust you won't try any sudden moves. It'll be quite easy to kill her before you can make it. Antonio, watch him, and interfere if he tries to attack."
He only grunted an approval, and without further ado, Killian began to read from the book while Antonio held it in his free hand. The words were utterly foreign to Grayson, as they were spoken in a raspy, choppy language he had never heard, but whatever magic he used was ringing with power. Grayson could feel the energy washing over him, and the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end.
