<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">"Pissing off the wrong crowd, that's what you're calling it."  Nicholas shook his head, couldn't quite keep the exasperation out of his voice.  He glanced back at her, barely resisting the urge to lift her up and shake her.  It was best he resist that urge, too, because it would probably not end well.  Not that this was going well, anyway...<br/><br/>Nick slowly turned himself to face her, to take in her forcibly relaxed repose.  She was sprawled over the bed now, but he was not blind to the tension in her tightly coiled muscles.  No, Lynia was not unaffected by her situation.  But damned if she'd let on to such things.  It simply wouldn't do.  But it was the second part of her story that really caught his attention.  And nearly made his heart stop.<br/><br/>"You broke a blood pact with the a member of the <em>Sidhe.</em>"  It was not a question.  "You <em>made</em> a blood back with a member of the <em>Sidhe!?</em>"  This second was less a question and more an accusation.  Like a parent scolding a child maybe, except they were neither and Lynia was hardly the type to be scolded.  She'd take your face off first.  "<em>What the hell is wrong with you?!</em>"  The very idea made his knees weak, and she was sitting there knocking back a beer like there was nothing to it.  Damn it all, this... this wasn't going to end well.  Hell, it might not end with anything short of complete chaos and destruction.<br/><br/></span><br/>