After carefully examining Richard's hand, I finally confirmed that his injury had completely healed. The shallow, feather - shaped mark that had once marred his skin was now gone, as if it had never been there.
I let out a long, slow sigh of relief, my shoulders slumping as the tension that had been coiled inside me finally unwound.
It was only then that I became aware of a third presence in the shop. Standing in the corner was the shop owner, a middle - aged woman dressed in the latest fashion trends.
Her expensive - looking blouse was slightly rumpled, and her perfectly coiffed hair was now a bit disheveled. She was cowering, her eyes wide with fear as she stared at us, her body trembling uncontrollably.
"Ah... what should we do now?" I murmured to myself, my heart sinking at the tho
