Ramsey
The only thing standing between Lax manifesting was me.
He was snarling with annoyance at our mate's denial and her claim and it didn't help that Nathan had a smug look. I waited until the hall thinned out and it was just three of us left.
Lyla must have sensed that I was coming to her because, in the next instance, she started walking slightly ahead, her strides were quick while Nathan walked beside her calm and composed but his eyes kept darting to me with an amused expression.
"Lyla," I called out. "A minute."
"Not now, Ramsey," she responded not bothering to slow down. It's almost evening and it's a four-hour ride to Blue Ridge, we want to get home before it's dusk."
I wanted to approach everything objectively and to sound less intimidating but I couldn't hold my frustration any longer.
"This isn't happening," I said, trying to keep the anger out of my voice.
