By her own power, Chaira had returned the room to what it was when I had first set foot in.
In a dreadful way, the silence was beautiful. No one talking, just a bunch of frozen women and a cooling corpse.
"Where did you get this?"
Forgetting the spectacle she had just created, the redhead's problem at the moment seemed to be spell breaker. The infatuated expression the woman had on didn't sit right with me, and on hearing her question, I put my guard up.
"Sorry, can't tell you that. Very personal secrets."
"Hmm, really? Are you sure? I'm busy and didn't want to, but it seems I'll have to take it back to my lab and study. Add it to my piling list of projects."
As Ciara spoke, she looked up at me with a telling smile. If I did not behave, she might as well confiscate my weapon in the name of curiosity.
How far the woman was willing to go with her threat, I wasn't sure, because there were hitches. For example, I was more valuable to have than the weapon.
