“One has to wonder, though,” Cray said softly. His eyes suddenly hazed and flickered smoky blue. “If the number of men will matter.”
What was happening? Why were Cray's eyes that color?
“Madison?” Chloe whispered, peering at Cray, baffled. “Is that...you?”
“Pay attention to the number,” Cray replied, his voice a little off. “And be wary of how their possession made you vulnerable, Chloe.”
Before any of them could respond, Cray’s eyes returned to normal then flashed with fiery anger. Growling under his breath, he didn’t say another word but stomped off into the woodland. That in itself wasn't so unusual.
What happened next was another story.
Though still in human form, he strode off surrounded by the spirit of his dragon.
Cray literally walked away within his ethereal inner dragon.
