Selaphiel dreaded the thought.
Just then, Lugh's figure loomed over her. He had approached at some unknown point, as silent and unobtrusive as a shadow.
She had already used some of her magic on the injury. While it wasn't as potent as Lugh's own, it had done well enough to stem the bleeding.
Supporting her good arm, he lifted her to her feet with mechanical ease, his eyes calmly scanning the wreckage around them.
"We're going to need another room"
He said.
"Oh… right."
Isolde snapped back to her senses, blinking rapidly. Her gaze swept over the ruined chamber a second time.
Splintered furniture, expensive oil paintings torn from their frames, priceless velvet carpets soaked in blood and dust, shattered exotic potted plants. Imported gold and silver fixings lay warped and broken.
The financial branch of the Von Heim family was going to throw a fit, and she had no intention of fixing any of it out of her personal coffers.
