I didn’t think we could have easily pulled off k********g a female out of the gambling den but we did, without any problem, which doesn’t sit well too much with me.
Jessica teleported everyone to a more secluded spot in the city, mostly an alley, and with his claws wrapped around the female’s throat to threaten her into silence.
“What now, we can’t walk around with her trapped by my claws like this?” Omer questions, the burning sun bright enough to cast a glimmer of light in the alley but not too much that people moving about will notice.
“Where’s your place?” Jessica glares at the blonde female, Daija, I think.
She doesn’t respond, and that makes Jessica narrow her eyes into slits.
“Fine, don’t speak. I’d like to see how well you can maintain your silence when questioned by the ro
