"You... Are an... i***t!" Mary growled between ragged breaths as Aria rubbed her back.
I still didn't know what happened, but Daryle finally stopped laughing to explain.
"Your hand was almost erased, to put it bluntly," Daryle said as he wiped a tear from his eye, then grinned at Mary. "Master, I haven't seen you this worked up in a while!"
"Can it, and go find me some Green Regerz herbs if you don't want to run laps until tomorrow!" Mary snapped, and Daryle disappeared.
The man liked to c***k jokes, but he seemed just as scared of Mary as I was.
"You," Mary said, and I turned back to her. "This girl almost turned your hand into tomato soup, boy! This is why I said you need to train, i***t! Aria only wanted to keep your hand on her shoulder, but because she is unused to men, reacted
