His expression darkened, and he tightened his grip on the hilt of his dagger. "What are you two doing here?" he hissed. "Who sent you?"
Freya's eyes shop open. "We followed you!" She cried out, well aware of the blade still leaning against her throat.
"Which family sent you?" Aether hissed again. "No one in the mundane world would know how to get here." His silver eyes were cold as ice.
"We came with Iris!" Fen shouted, he caught Freya's arm and pulled her aside, away from the blade. Aether's distrustful gaze followed him as he lowered his dagger. "She knows not to follow me here." Darkness began to swirl around his feet. "I won't ask again, Freya. Which family sent you?"
"Why is it so hard to believe that we came here because we wanted to?" Fen shouted. "We came with Iris, Erika, and Mara!"