Aura bristled on top of his head.
Her claws sank in – four small points of pressure through his hair – and Ronan felt her weight shift as Vulcan's mana pressed down on the room.
She was affected. Not crushed like he would have been, but affected. The fact that she was enduring it when it was targeted at her as well was impressive.
Keep it up, Ronan thought, more to himself than to her. It's important you remain unaffected.
He ignored the claws and held Vulcan's gaze.
The pressure lifted.
Behind him, Lucia exhaled in a long, shaking breath, and Irene made a sound like someone surfacing from cold water. Even Victoria looked relieved, though she hid it better than the others.
Vulcan leaned back in his chair and studied him.
His gaze didn't hold anger. It didn't hold the immediate dismissal it showed throughout all their previous conversations.
