Chapitre 168: Reality or illusion?

"Kal I want you to close your eyes," I instruct, silently hoping to the heavens that Kal will listen to me. But my wishful thinking is simply not enough to do the trick.

Immediately, Kal shakes his head.

"No-ooo. No way Serena. Nu-uh. You truly must be insane to think that I am going to take my eyes off that monster when it is literally coming to consume our flesh and blood! I know harpies- you don't negotiate with them, and you certainly, definitely, do not close your eyes when one is about to throttle you."

Exasperated, I shake my head, running my fingers through my water logged hair in a witless attempt to get thoughts flowing into my head. There is not an inch of a notion of his face that implies for one second that he is going to be convinced. The fear in his eyes is blinding, almost as obvious as the frantic pulse of veins in his neck, his blood pumping with a heady mixture of fear and exhilaration.