“You can travel between worlds?” he growled.
“No time for questions.” Yannah said as she turned to the side.
Waving her hands over the edge of the cliff in intricate motions, Yannah ignored Uriel’s impatient demand for explanations.
Kata frowned. Was the demon pretending to conduct an orchestra? Calling for reinforcements? Totally losing her mind?
The answer was far more unexpected.
The darkness in front of her began to shift, as if it were alive. Then, without warning, Yannah chopped her hand downward and there was a strange sound, as if the very air was tearing in half.
Blessed mother.
Kata shook her head, stunned by the outrageous display of power.
“Come on.” Yannah impatiently waved for them to approach. “Through here.”
Tentatively Kata edged toward the opening. She didn’t want to offend Yannah, but she wasn’t sure she entirely trusted the strange creature.
Uriel, on the other hand, had no trouble being blatantly offensive.
Stepping to her side, he pointed a finger at the opening.
“Where does this go?”
“Didn’t I just say there’s no time for questions?” Yannah turned to Kata with a baffled expression. “Was he hit on the head?”
“Yannah . . .” she started to soothe, no more anxious than Uriel to step through a hole in space.