Her pigtails loosened on their own accord and dropped in curls to the base of her neck and downward.
“What the hell,” Darian muttered.
The woman smiled, “I came to see you, dear one. And you better let me have the privacy I want.”
“My friend, what did you do to him? He can’t speak to me,” Darian complained.
The woman rose to her feet and flipped her hair. “I will heal him when we have our talk.”
Darian rose to his feet, “I will not agree. Either you make him better or you get out of here. Believe me, I will get you out of here myself.”
The woman’s eyes narrowed, “You are not scared of me?”
Darian’s eyes narrowed, “Try me.”
For about a minute, the eyes of Darian and the woman locked. A green light spread past her eyes, but Darian did not flinch. His jaw clenched even as he kept his
