Exton

Stoney drops to his knees beside Alise. He takes her wrist in his large hand, examining it gently. "Mon Chaton... I am sorry." His eyes meet Raina's, anger still burning.

"Merci Raina. If not for you, he would have done more than bruised her wrist." He kisses Alise' wrist, applying the ice to the dark stain spreading over her fair skin.

Stoney touches Ob's mind. They wouldn't be going back to the Manse alone tonight. There would be others shadowing their steps. He let Alise see the security Ob was setting up for them. Unless you want to fly, mon amour. We could avoid all need to be followed.

He touched Ob's mind again, questioning the security. Stoney was concerned that Mortuis would not care for the attention it would bring to his sanctuary. The sorcerer was not someone Stoney wanted to anger.