I walked back into the mansion with four men following close enough behind me that I could practically hear their minds racing.
Of course, no one said anything at first. They weren't the best when it came to communication, and I wasn't that far behind.
But I was willing to bet that every thought that was burning the hamster wheels in their heads were because of the injured man outside the wall, the marks under his skin, and the fact that the Devourer was still alive somewhere after I had done my best to convince both myself and it otherwise.
Or maybe they were waiting for me to say something.
If that was the case, they were going to be seriously disappointed.
I crossed the entrance hall without slowing down, heading straight for the staircase. My body wanted sleep, my eyes were burning with the effort of keeping them open, but, me being me, my brain was already running like I had three massive vats of Red Bull.
