Page 106 of Rites of Passage

Calm down, my witch,Brimstone warned.

Mae cracked her knuckles and headed over to Hellreaver. “I’ll calm down after I rough him up a little.”

The weapon squeaked and shot across the room.

“Whatis going on?!” Abraham barked.

“Come here, Hell,” Mae crooned with a glassy smile. “It’ll only hurt a little.”

The red haze filling the room thickened with her magic.

Everyone blanched, including Hellreaver.

“Shield!” Abraham gurgled. “Shield, dammit!”

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