The Box
Rolfe's mother was calling him and he knew it. Those tendrils of magic that felt like sticky waves of malice were her summons. His jaw hardened and a muscle feathered. Seeing the sudden change in his demeanor, Ileus narrowed his eyes and asked, "Are you in two minds about your decision to marry Iona?"
Rolfe jerked his head back and realized that his expressions must have changed drastically. "No! not at all!" he blurted. "It's just that—"
Everyone in the room became silent for him to speak. The air became thick with tension at his slightest doubt.