And just like that, the feeling was gone. While the cold lingered, the darkness surrounding them dissipated. Wendy cleared his throat, frowning at Van. He felt angry, but also darkly curious. What had just happened? And why had Van punched him again?
What power did he have over the kelpie?
He got up as slowly as an old man standing up out of his bed. He looked at his hands, which were covered in his own blood. He assumed his nose and chin were covered in it too. "We need to sneak me inside, or else Blake will have questions about... this."
He leaned against another gravestone, waiting until Van would help him move again. "Why did you hit me? Was it because your words were inadequate?"