Scaths floated like sheer draperies thousands of feet above the ground, surrounding the house. Hundreds of them.“Are you sure the boundary lines will hold?” I asked, noticing a slight bluish tint encircling the car. “Tristan and Justice will make sure they do.” Max’s jaw clenched, his color resembling parchment paper. “In the full flood of the afternoon light, the barriers are invisible.” Focusing back on Max, I had no idea what type of mark the Leanaan Sidhe would have left on him. Benny assured me his symptoms were only temporary, but as I looked at him, I wasn’t so sure.“There are only two of them up there following us,” I said, pulling my gaze from the obvious loss of blood in Max’s face and up toward where Tristan and Justice flanked the car. He lifted an eyebrow as if I should’ve known better. “Scaths don’t see what we see. The Fallen have a kaleidoscope-like effect in flight—what appears to us as only two gargoyles appears to them as hundreds. The boundary is sound.
