Noah was - apparently- driving the black sports car, parked down the road.
The one some of the guys (and girls) had been discussing earlier.
Oh, Great, Candice thought and got on.
She almost wished someone stole it, but then thought better.
Noah would probably find them and chop them to pieces as easy, as cutting an apple.
He turned the key and started the car.
“All fine?”
“Look, I don’t care if you…I don’t know. Maybe you put spells on people or bribe them, or whatever. No, I've seen you shoot a man without even blinking, people probably are scared. I don't know, but this doesn’t work on me. "
She turned deliberately to face him "And it's never going to.“
“Really? “
“Yes.”
Noah feigned surprise “And here I thought it does.“
“ughhh. You're just...."
She groaned but didn’
