Kendalf stepped away from Raven, holding on to his composure with his great strength of will. "Few women of our kind carry to full term. The child rarely survives the first year of life. Do not be so certain we are out of the woods. You must rest and be cared for. The child comes first. Barry would say so also. Enoch must take you far from this place, away from the vampire and the assassins. I will hunt and rid our people of the danger while your mate looks after you." Kendalf's voice was low and pitched in silver tones, tones of light that beckoned and danced. Nearly impossible to resist. So calm and soothing and reasonable.
Raven actually had to shake off the compulsion to do as he wished. She glared at him. "Don't even try that with me, Kendalf."
She included Enoch in her stare. "And you, you big lunk, you would have gone along with him like the tree-swinging macho man you are. Watch these guys,Caitlin, they're impossible. They'll do anything to get their way."
