Which was why Ruyn liked to play here. Bastard lived to play dangerously.
Medea’s eyes widened as she watched it explode and morph a tree not far from them into a chicken that screeched, then dove under the ground to burrow like a frightened rabbit. “That happen a lot?”
Falcyn nodded. “’Round here? Good bit.”
“Great. Anything else I should watch out for?”
“Yeah,” he said bitterly. “Everything.”
Blinking, she met Urian’s gaze. “Joke?”
“Falcyn has no measurable sense of humor. At least none that we’ve identified to date.”
Blaise braided his long white hair and secured it with a leather tie he’d unwound from his wrist. “Well, Max said that Falcyn wasn’t always the pain in the ass we know him as. But I can only speak about the last few hundred years. And he hasn’t changed as long as I’ve known him.”
“Not helping, Blaise,” Urian said drily.
He spread his arms wide to indicate their surroundings. “In case you haven’t noticed, I’m not real good at that. Tend to fuck up all things whenever I try to help.”
“And Merlin chose you for a Grail knight. What the hell was she thinking?”
Blaise hissed. “We don’t talk about that out loud, Falcyn! Sheez! What? You trying to get me killed?”
Falcyn shot a blast of fire at the sky. “Still trying to figure out how we got here … and why. ’Cause let’s face it, we didn’t get sent here for anything good.”
“Was hoping you wouldn’t notice that.” Blaise cleared his throat. “Way to harsh my zen, dude.”
Falcyn rolled his eyes at Blaise. “You need to stop hanging out with Savitar. I hate that bastard.”
“You hate everyone,” Blaise reminded him. “That surfboard-wielding bastard I hate most of all.”
Blaise arched an inquisitive brow. “More than brother Max?”
Falcyn growled. “Are we going to argue inconsequentials or look for a way home? ’Cause I just tried my powers and they didn’t do shit for getting us out of here.”
Cringing, Blaise rubbed nervously at his neck. “Mine either, and I was hoping to keep you distracted so that you wouldn’t beat my ass over this situation.”
Falcyn glanced to Urian. “What about you, Princess Pea? You got anything?”
“Besides a throbbing migraine? No. My teleportation isn’t cooperating either.”
They all looked at Medea.
“Really? If mine were working do you think I’d be here, listening to the lot of you? Promise, I’d have vanished long ago.”
Blaise sighed. “I think I saw this movie once. It didn’t go well for the people as they turned on each other and it involved chain saws … and a whole lot of blood.”
“But was there silence? That’s the real question.”
Urian snorted at Falcyn’s irritable comment.
Worse?
Therewassudden silence. It echoed around them with that eerie kind of stillness that set every nerve ending on edge. The kind that radiated with malevolence because it was a portent.
The men drew together to stand with their backs to each other so that they could face and fight whatever threat was coming for them.
Suddenly, a bright light flashed near them. One that momentarily blinded Urian with its intensity. The mist solidified into a tall, lanky male with brown hair and red eyes.
