Something was wrong. 

Well. No fucking shit. This wasn't your average Tuesday afternoon, this was Bain and Hoyle. "Something's wrong" was pretty much their logo, only stylized and in Latin. 

But this time, something was [i]really[/i] wrong. And it wasn't the wight, or the fact that he was holding his own against pissed off souls who'd already started showing up for the game. And it wasn't godwolf or the way [i]his[/i] soul writhed in her vision dancing, immaterial, in her line of sight, ginormous as shit and just waiting to be taken down. And it wasn't the fact that Daisy was once again dabbling where she wasn't supposed to be. 

It was MaxThad. Or just Max. And the fact that he was here, and he definitely should [i]not[/i] have been. 

That much was evident in the Reaper's face as she turned to what she have been the most minor of threats in the area, between the wight, the souls, godwolf, and herself...and yet somehow represented the greatest of them all. Even if he wasn't pissed -- and he was. She could feel hostile aggression rolling off him like a physical heat -- she'd have been worried. Because while she'd singled out the wight to take with her, she hadn't been anywhere near Veti's boy toy. He shouldn't have been able to get through at all. 

But he had. 

And that? That was wrong. That was dangerous. That was...scary. 

"What the hell are you doing here?" Daisy blurted, for once not sarcastic or cynical, just confused, and more than a little freaked out. She could count on one hand the number of creatures she'd seen able to cross over without her help, and they were none of them good news. She was flicking back through her memories, trying to remember any cases, even just one, where she'd accidentally brought someone over to no effect. 

She came up dry. 

Max should not have been there. 

Something was very, very wrong. 

Before she could say anything else, though, the wight was knee deep in water, wrestling with another creepy grayish soul. Her eyes flicked to him, trying to communicate the danger without even realizing it. He wouldn't know what this meant. He wouldn't understand -- would he? -- what it meant that Max had been gone for a year, and now he was back and untrustworthy and dangerous, and she didn't want him anywhere near Veti...let alone herself. 

"T-try it, and I leave you behind," Daisy said, trying to sound smug instead of scared shitless. Because here, on this side, he would be stronger than her. Oh, he didn't know it, or else he wouldn't be threatening here. But after a year on the wrong side, especially with Daisy already exhausted and distracted...if he wanted to hurt her, he could. 

Still. She braced herself and put a hand on her hip and smirked imperiously. She couldn't afford to lose the advantage here. Maybe she was overreacting. Maybe Max was just scared, just like she was, a fucking cornered animal at the end of his rope. Besides. She and MaxThad had never been friends. But she and Veti were. He wouldn't [i]really[/i] hurt her. 

Right?

"You wanna get out of here," she said after a moment, "help him watch my back." She thrust a finger at the wight, her gaze once more lingering longer than it should have. "Let me fuck godwolf's shit up from this side, and we get an easy ride back to the other side."

Then she turned away from him and went back to her work, slowly siphoning the silver-gray aura from the godwolf, ignoring the cold sensation filling her chest. She could no longer tell whether it was godwolf's spirit...or just fear.