Swift Psychangel
Jim's gaze passed from Swift to Emma and then back again. "What... why?" he asked them simply, his voice as icy calm as he could keep it.
His Beast, however, was not calm. Chris had been beaten to a pulp. It was roaring, violent, and incredibly angry, which was what lay beneath the ice of Calloway's face. The Heirophant was down. Had Swift...? Or was it just Emma? He'd seen her go at Redfill at the Clan meeting for walking in late, did she lose her temper here --?
The thoughts swirled. He had no idea what had gone on. He'd been too busy fighting Abby, protecting the door and the Masquerade, to protect his coteriemate from this. It had all been so fast, but...
Why was a Mekhet swordsman perceived to be so deadly unarmed that he could not have been pinned and held down like so many others?