Colonel Vane, who had a very clear and closer view of the standoff from afar, felt his skin was being torn apart. Never mind his injuries, even if he didn't have any; just moving his head away from the scene and sneaking out wouldn't be possible.
Moving around his eyes, he glanced down to check on Grayson's boyfriend. But for some inexplicable reason, he looked unharmed.
Not even a reddish hint or pheromone reaction from all this intense spiritual power. Like nothing could harm him or disturb him in his sleep.
What an unusual talent. Colonel Vane thought.
Then a tingling cold sensation began to make the hair on his arms stand.
Colonel Vane looked up and saw, barely visible under the moonlight, the clear line where both masses of spiritual power met. The poor grass was turned upside down where it was the heaviest.
