“The ritual the young witches did this morning did not help?” He asked with a raised brow, but he knew the answer. Their magic had been meant more for the humans and lower creatures that had been emotionally affected by the previous night’s experience. While Elia would be one of those, her darkness would not have allowed her such escape in light of it all.
Kennet looked down at the two glasses being poured out. The time and place for arguing with her would not be on that night. For a girl who gave her soul for immortality, she had an interesting level of compassion toward her friends. Kennet suspected it was because she was still young into immortality.
Taking a seat, as he was not in the practice of doing, he leaned back against the booth back in what should have looked like a relaxed position but due to the flow and length of his body to be reclined made him appear as a royal on a throne. His legs sat crossed off the end, filling the small path beside them.