Narrator
Calvin glared at the trembling girl who stood in front of him. He wasn't amused by what had happened. He swiveled in his chair, his eyes constantly drilling holes at her.
"I thought you wanted to use the weapon against our enemy," he solemnly mumbled, twisting his cigarette between two fingers.
"I… I…" she stammered. "I thought… I thought she was…."
Calvin hissed, cutting her in.
"No, that isn't good enough," he groaned, massaging his forehead.
"I can't believe that I can't even kill you off. That's the least I could do for my late friend. Otherwise, you would be lying under six feet the moment you arrived here about a month ago," he glanced at her with a look full of resentment.
"I could have lost my chosen mate because of you. I don't know if it was your luck that the
