Annalise frowned, sweat beading on her forehead as she circled Draven, her icy aura swirling around her like a storm waiting to break. There was something about him that unsettled her. The axe wielder, standing beside her, seemed to sense it too. He turned his head toward Annalise and called out, "Lady Annalise… this guy—there's something off about him."
"I know," she muttered under her breath, her eyes narrowing in suspicion.