RAFAEL POV 

Nicklaus doesn't say a word at first. He just watches me. His arms cross over his chest, from his facial expressions I couldn't even read what's going on in his head. He's doing that thing again, staring straight through me like he can read every damn pages in my head. I couldn't even say a word either, my head is a fucking mess.

He lets out a breath of exhalation, the kind that say this is deep. "You really think it's a spell?" His voice is calm, plain, and the little tinge of laughter in his voice I could tell he's almost mocking me. This isn't even funny....