Stiffened staring at the door, Sephora was confused on what to do. She wouldn't want Masha to set her eyes on it.
Masha would throw multiple questions at her, questions that she won't be able to answer… or rather would push her to say our secret.
"You shouldn't leave your guardian, how will you do this now?" She twisted her lips.
She stared at her palms, then at the wall.
"Ma'am Sephora, please open the door." Masha said again.
She glanced at the door and swallowed her saliva, focusing her gaze at the wall… she stretched her hands pointing at the wall.
"I order fire out of my palm to wipe off the scratches from this wall." She murmured while her eyes narrowed.
While her hands were still stretched, flames of fire left her palm rushing to the wall.
She couldn't stare at the sparkling
