For Whom the Spell Tolls
“my father said, his stern expression warning us we’d better comply.I noticed Knight’s face was blank, almost like he’d gone into automaton mode. The longer I watched him, the more I realized how well he’d perfected the art of the poker face. It was almost as if his lack of anger, sorrow and defiance was a defense mechanism—something meant to throw my father off in the same way it had thrown me off. Still wearing the façade of someone detached, he reached inside his waistband and produced an Op ...8, which he tossed on the floor. Then he faced my father with a look that said, “Okay, what next?”My father turned his beautiful green eyes from Knight to me as he arched his left brow, and appeared anything but amused. In fact, as soon as his eyes settled on me, he looked disgusted, repulsed and even appalled to see me. “And yours?” he demanded.I simply pointed at the polished hardwood floors where my two Op 6s lay idly, still in the same place they’d fallen when the warlock magically choked me and I, inadvertently, dropped them.MoreLess
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