Khalida nods with a small smile. “Alright. Lead the way.”

Layla clings to him for dear life. When he stops, she’s smiling brightly. Then she blushes and scoots back, muttering an apology. 

Brit’s in the process of beating another demigod into a bloody pulp.

Sorcha sighs and wipes the tears that had begun to leak. “Damn bastard.”