Ravok stepped closer, lowering his voice. "This control…" he continued, his jaw tightening, "…this is foreign to me." He gestured vaguely toward himself, toward the thing he was struggling to contain. "It grates against the reason why the curse was placed on the Blackwoods in the first place." His eyes darkened. "It is a constant battle."
And Sera could see that battle clearly now.
It lived in the tightness of his shoulders. In the way his fingers kept curling into fists and relaxing again. In the restless energy humming beneath his skin.
He was holding back.
"please," she said quietly. "Think about this." She reached for his arm. "Spare the innocent ones, my love. They have no hand in this."
"Willie will take you home," Ravok said suddenly. "I have somewhere to be."
Before she could protest, he turned and strode toward the vehicle parked along the street.
"Ravok!" she called.
But he was already inside the car, starting the engine like a man possessed.
