Saerian looked a little nervous. It showed around the eyes, mostly, since he was appearing as someone else. They shifted back and forth, rapidly, watching the newly-formed crowd of hunters. The last time, this had ended with him losing his head.
That'd make anyone nervous.
"You heard her," Phaedra told them. It was in Roma, but somehow she knew that Molly understood what she was saying.
She didn't have to say it twice.
Saerian changed back to himself, to Jack. He stopped a few of the men in their tracks just by thinking about it.