Valentine felt like someone was draining all his strength away from his body. His blood felt warm against his skin, his head slowly spinning, vision becoming more and more blurry. Until he got what he was here for. Trust. He quickly picked up his stele, cold sweat running down his neck as the edge of it traced the iratze located to his right arm, straight to the male’s veins. More effective there. With a deep breath, he was back at his feet, grabbing his seraph blade as well, positioning it to his belt, awaiting to be pulled out and used in case the clave insists on hunting down everyone on this building. “You see? It wasn’t that hard.” a smirk was once again formed on his lips, as he ran a hand through his shaved head, looking towards the door. All it took was his hearing rune to know from where was it safe to leave. “Azazel and Lucian are already out, follow me, the clave is approaching.” he called, moving to open the door. The portal to the shelter was not far away from here. All they had to do was avoid any other Nephilim.
‘ well, ’ magnus murmured amusedly. ‘ THAT was a rather abrupt change of tone. ’ not that he’d expected anything less, of course. the nephilim had gone from desperate and pleading to sickeningly self-satisfied which was understandable ( if somewhat irritating ). he’d convinced an influential downworlder of his good intentions. it was an impressive feat, given the circumstances, but if he thought magnus was going to follow him blindly through a portal just because he’d consented to hear him out, he had another think coming.
' presumptuous of you, ’ magnus pointed out, folding his arms and drumming his glittery fingernails against the sleeve of his coat. ‘ i said we could talk someplace private. i NEVER said i’d let you choose the venue. ’