When he approaches Bash and steals the rest of the cigarette, he squeezes it between his thumb and forefinger and takes a puff. When he speaks, he has not yet exhaled, so his voice is affected as he holds the smoke in his lungs. "Has she started crying yet?"
Kas frowns. "Something tells me this one will be harder to crack."
"They all break eventually," says the worst, looking at me with his unsettling eyes.
I automatically look away, my body singing with a haunting sense of dread. I step back, I try to make myself smaller.
Mom said there was magic here.
What kind of magic is this? I don't back down. Not usually.
Like a rope cut, the terror is suddenly gone and I breathe a sigh of relief.
"What the hell was that?" Pant.
"Korin Iwasaki," Kas says, and gestures to Vane with a flourish of hand, "meet the scary."
"What?" I'm still gasping for oxygen, tears streaming down my face. What the fuck?
"I told you they all cry eventually," Vane says. "Let her go. Bring it out. I can only take Kori
