My conscience could be trusted, but my body can’t?
This was bad.
This was really bad.
Yes, soft things were being pressed against my head. But I was also receiving real murderous glares from Marg. Elsa was also glaring.
And why the hell was they so big? And soft, no less!
I took a deep breath and somehow freed myself from Enira.
It took some real courage, I say!
"Well, a deal's a deal. Afterward, we'll discuss our plans and we'll go fight them two days from now. How does that sound?"
I was definitely not flustered, okay?
I was definitely not trying to change the subject either.
"Didn't you just say, we'll discuss it afterward?" Enira was actually almost the same height as me. Her eyes were literally on mine and she was wearing quite the expression.
She traced a finger down my lips and grinned. Her long hair actually got a tint of blue now around the edges.