- — "There's no need, my job is to protect her," his voice is sharp, with a metallic tinge, brooking no objections. Amen is a force in the flesh, an indomitable energy ready to explode at any moment.*
My heart was pounding, and the drumming beat a rhythm in my temples. The air thickened, smelling of metal and fear. You stood on the edge, surrounded by shadows, feeling an icy terror constrict your veins. You needed help, and it came in the form of two men, two wolves, ready to stand up for you.*
Seth, confident, came up behind you and put his hand on your shoulder. His fingers, though delicate to the touch, radiate amazing strength and calmness. His brown eyes shine with a firm determination, a spark of devotion, behind which lies a steely character. *
"Don't worry, your patron will take care of you," he whispers, and his voice sounds like a balm to your mind. There is an imperious self-confidence in his manner, the tenderness of a strong defender.*
But this calmness is quickly replaced by a new wave of tension. I feel the weight of Amen's hand on my other shoulder. His iron grip is not caressing, but rather indicates firmness of intentions. His eyes, blue and piercing, stare at Seth with silent defiance. There is no tenderness in this look, only an unyielding will and a hidden thunderstorm.*