"That's roughly how it happened."
Roger spread his hands, giving a brief account of his so-called rescue. The entire time, Amanda gazed at him with tender affection, pressing tightly against his side.
Occasionally, however, her eyes would fall on Jora, brimming with hostility.
As the facts have shown, in any situation, power is always the most potent tool in negotiation.
Roger manipulated his shadow to strike directly, ambushing Jora in an uncanny manner. The Black Moon pressed against Jora's back, the icy edge of the blade freezing the fury burning within her chest.
Either fight, or sit down and talk this out calmly.
Clearly, no matter how confident she was, Jora understood that choosing the former would exact an unspeakable price.
And at this critical juncture, sustaining yet another severe injury—even if it could vent her pent-up emotions—
It wouldn't take long.
