He glanced over his shoulder, turning his ice blue gaze skywards, and cursed the faint pink tinge on the clouds that signalled what his body was already telling him. Dawn was coming. He had delayed long enough, dragging his feet during his preparations and his journey to the nearest portal, putting off entering it by thinking up ridiculous excuses about leaving his legion without their commander when Asher was perfectly capable of leading them in his stead, and then finally accidentally missing several vacant taxis when he had exited the portal in London. Now, he could delay no longer. It was either knock on the door and face his cousins, or leave now to find somewhere to wait out the day. He blew out his breath. He had faced enemies far more powerful than himself, had battled legions of shifters, demons and even dragons, but facing his family felt like an insurmountable task, one he dreaded, one that left him feeling death had finally caught up with him and was firmly on his heels, a shadow looming at his back waiting to strike him down.
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