My Alpha From Hell
She demanded, her tone shifting to her inner Lady.
Ambrose ran a shaky hand through his hair, as he looked at both Joe and Sephora, "Lord Daemon - he can teleport. And not just himself, but other people, objects, anything he wishes." The blood leached from Joe's face, just as it was Sephora turn to silently curse. Ambrose wasn't finished, "The scouts wouldn't pick up anything. If Lord Daemon had teleported them to their destination, they wouldn't be seen passing over the border into someone's territory."
"Shit." Joe spat. He began pacing, as he glanced back to Ambrose, raw panic in his dark eyes. Sephora felt dread line her stomach, and she braced herself as Joe just said, "The veil-stones."
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