Snippet #2811055

It was easier to show hostility to Travis than it was to listen. She refused to even endorse it for a minute. He was still a traitor, no matter what. On the walk back to her house, she was still trying to figure out what the hell to do with him. There would be one easy solution. She knew that much. But she also knew she wouldn’t be able to do it, she couldn’t even consider it. And that would be a risk. But she also couldn’t risk him somehow signaling to someone else and drawing others to her location.

So when she got him back to the house, she made a quick signal to some of the spriggans and dryads around her house. Guard. If Travis tried anything, they’d intervene. So she felt comfortable enough leaving him alone for a few minutes to go grab a few things. She was surprised to see that he’d emptied his pockets when she got back, but still quickly searched him before telling him to sit his ass down.

She wasn’t sure if this was the right thing to do, but tying him up, away from anyone else, and stopping him from making contact at least gave her time to think. God, it was times like this she needed Neden or Markus. But they weren’t here, and she needed to think for herself. She gagged him to make sure he couldn’t call for help. And then she left him there, leaving the house and walking in to town to get her head straight.

Hayden jumped a little as someone emerged from a bush near Neden’s home, breathing a sigh of relief as he realised it was only Neden. They started talking about there being hunters in the woods, and about it not being safe. Hayden shot a look at Kay, wondering if they should just go home and hide and forget about Travis. But no, this seemed important to her, and so he had to do something. He raised an eyebrow as the angel handed him a knife. It was light and fitted easily in his hand. If they had a fight coming, then it would be useful to be able to draw blood.

Neden didn’t seem to want to stop to listen to them, so Hayden just followed them as best he could. “Travis is back in town. And… he specifically requested to talk to you. Rosie got to him first so I have no idea what she’s going to do…” he trailed off as he finally identified the odd tugging sensation in his chest. “Neden, you’re hurt. Let me heal you, if we’ve got a fight coming you can’t risk making it worse,” he said, holding out his hands towards the angel.

For months now, Greythorne had been an escape from his old life. But in a time like this, they needed leaders, and a leader was what he had been trained to be. Someone that people could trust and that could defend their people, and that was what he intended to do.