Chapter 22
Screeching chair, rattling china, followed by a loud bang— the seat whom the warlock once sat on fell on the floor, the moment he stood up abrupt. A perfect glower carving his face; his cool finally loosing itself. Their tempers were scaling high. Both frustrated over one another for either being stubborn or protective. None of them wanted to back away, it was as if they were having a competition of some sort. “I am not a coward. I’m merely preventing you from throwing yourself on danger!”, roared Alejandro, a growl escaping his lips after his outburst. With the energy flowing out of him, one of the china— the teapot, to be precise— shook before shattering into shards. “If it means throwing myself on danger, to return what is lost. Then I’d be glad to”, she countered back. They w
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