"Hmm," Ethan muttered, tilting his head. "Judging by your lack of panic, you must've made some preparations after all. That's good. Makes things more fun."
Then—flicker.
The device in my hand dimmed slightly.
I glanced down.
The faint green glow from the repellent stuttered like a dying ember.
Shit.
Thirty seconds, maybe.
Around us, the sound of tiny legs skittering over stone echoed faintly from the shadows. They were waiting. Watching. Like predators behind glass, ready for the moment it shattered.
I didn't move.
Then Ethan opened his mouth again, his voice quiet, almost playful.
"Well, Rin Evans," he said, "shall we see what kind of hero you really are?"
I stared him down.
Hard.
He chuckled. "No need to glare at me like that. I'm complimenting you, that's all."
"Shut your filthy mouth, you bastard. It stinks."
