<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">"A gypsy."  Nicholas shook his head, turned his gaze away from the symbols sprawled over the bed. Just a random, wandering gypsy.  Sure, coincidence.  Right?  Of course it was. With connections to the fae.  "Lynia, what have you been doing?" he asked, finally settling his eyes upon her.  He knew they'd gone a deep emerald, could feel it as well as he could feel the turmoil bubbling just under the surface.  On a better night he might have felt bad for the other patrons of the hotel.  At the moment, he couldn't bother to care.  There was just too much tension to properly shield.  He wasn't sure he could if he tried.<br/><br/>Nick strode purposefully across the short distance to the tiny box that passed for a balcony and pushed open the sliding glass door.  The cool air burst into the room and it wasn't enough air suddenly.  Outside, a streak of lightning lit across the sky, a deep thunder rolling right behind it.  The shock of energy relieved a minute amount of the crackling power in the room, and Nick leaned an arm against the doorframe, his shoulders sagging slightly. "Do you have any idea what you've got there?"</span>