Now he had come to know that Kary was utterly irresponsible. What else could explain her coming back relentlessly to the place that had almost led to her assassination?
Don’t scream.” He took another step away and pressed his shoulders back. As he did, a set of white wings sprouted from his back.
You could have me hanged,” Alarice offered. “If there are no witnesses, it never happened.
It was funny to feel so at peace – enough to ponder such trivial things – when she was about to send hundreds of men to their demise, and while she too was facing death.
It’s your imagination,” she told herself, “you’re not turning into a demonic cat.
Kary burst out laughing out of the sheer annoyance. It was the better alternative between that and punching him in the face.