"Would you like to test that theory?"
Lugh pointed the revolver straight at him, drawing more than a few nervous glances.
Aunt Sylvera, who had been quietly fidgeting until now, finally gave in, heeding her mother's advice and staying still—though her restless thumbs and uneasy footwork betrayed an underlying anxiety.
She had known most of these children since they were toddlers, after all. Except for Lugh.
He was the one variable she didn't understand. No wonder she looked this shaken.
The youth on the receiving end of the barrel met Lugh's eyes. Marcus's shield had broken in an instant, and Marcus was widely considered stronger than him.
Though, if he was being honest with himself, the gap wasn't that large.
Still…
He shook his head.
"No, I'm good."
"You sure?"
"Yeah"
Lugh clicked his tongue.
He couldn't force it.
"Okay then,"
He said, relaxing the gun.
"Let's try a less direct approach."
He took a step forward, gesturing casually with the revolver.
