The sound of the fading invisibility cloak rose softly, ghostlike, before fading completely. And with it, the illusion vanished. In its place— goblins, much more of them.
Rows upon rows of them, standing still as death. Each wielded crude weapons—swords jagged like rusted fangs, axes heavier than they had any right to be, hammers forged with stone and steel. Their eyes burned with savage glee, their twisted faces curled in permanent snarls. Dozens. No, more. Dozens upon dozens.
Steve stood there, frozen. His mouth parted slightly, and though no words came out, his breath came in shallow, stuttering waves. His body trembled. Subtle, but enough.
Fiona felt it first. She blinked slowly, her lashes flickering apart, her gaze drifting down to the trembling arm that held her. Her brows furrowed faintly.
'Stevien?' she thought.
She lifted her gaze.
And then she saw.
