A Beauty With Multiple Masks

How is this possible? Jordan, who stood not far from the patient’s bed, reacted as though it was all surreal to him. On the other side, Vinson regarded Carter who had firmly trapped his wrist. “Will you let go now?” Carter did as asked, and self-consciously cleared his own throat. Who would’ve guessed that a few needles placed by a young lass into the patient would be able to cure him. She has proven herself to be infinitely more capable than the internationally renowned Dr. Jankowitsch!

But didn’t she say that she only understood a little? How could this be considered just little? By now, Arielle’s fingers moved and she frailly opened her eyes. What greeted her was a scene of carnage in the room; the smashed fragments of the vase that used to stand by the door laid all over the floor; the television turned over—it was as though some fierce battle had taken place. She sat up, confounded. “What just happened?”

Vinson strode toward her, but did not give her a straight answer. “How are you feeling?” Arielle shook her head and was about to speak when the man in the bed next to hers exclaimed in Ustranasion, “It’s y’all!” Carter chopped down on the man’s neck with his back of his hand posthaste, causing the man’s eyeballs to roll into his skull and fall into unconsciousness. That shocked Arielle but she quickly recovered. “Was he conscious?” “Yeah.” Vinson nodded as he glanced meaningfully at the discomfited Carter before withdrawing his gaze. “All thanks to you.

a few guys upstairs and move the fella back to my place.” Since the man was able

is truly astonishing! My two teachers were right in commending the profundity of traditional Chanaean

much of it in the beginning and thought they were just wasting time making the long trip to this backwater, but it would

that prevented them from being more open to exploring it.” Carter was

sincere apologies! I hope that you would be able to forgive me for my transgressions.” Arielle could sense Carter’s sincerity and decided to let things