Ruin: The Waking

  “Good God man, calm down.” The shower curtain behind them yanked open then quickly shut back with Isadore’s scream. “My apologies Miss Isadore, please clothe yourself,” Caliber grumbled.

  “Are you kidding?” Isadore gasped before scrambling for her robe hanging on the back of the door.

  Ruin was torn between killing the man-being, and hugging him. He was there to help, he could feel it, thankfully for Caliber.

  “She’s done,” Ruin said. “Why are you here?”

  “I think you know,” Caliber turned and gave him a side glance with those gray eyes that matched his stringy silver hair. Ruin realized at that point its disarray. Like he’d been running.

  “What’s going on?”

  Caliber glanced at Isadore then him. “We have a problem.”

  An emotion hit him that he recognized but wasn’t entirely familiar with, It made him want to shake the information out of the man instantly.

  As though sensing it, Caliber leveled his gaze at him. “Best to not even think that if you value your human body functions.”

  The threat registered loudly with his human instincts and he suddenly lacked the oxygen in the small space not intended for three adult bodies. “Outside. Isadore comes with us?” He had the sense to ask at the very least.

  Caliber’s face erupted in a huge false grin. “Oh, of course.” He nodded too much it seemed with bright eyes. “Isadore most definitely comes with us.”

  To be continued