Swamy wiggled to shield Svāhā from the attack when a firm grip on her wrist abstained from her motions. From her peripheral vision, she watched Vasishta motioning her singles that her brain was too inapt to decode.
She was scared of losing Svāhā on the journey. She needed him. She wanted him. She must protect him. And she will do it!
Furrowing her brows at the emerald witch, she sneered. ‘What are you doing, Witch Vasishta? Let me go! That thing will kill—’
A loud crash from the side stifled her welp and cry. Her heart had stopped beating. With wide eyes, she snapped at the place where the small fruit stall stood a few seconds ago, now only tiny scrap smattered everywhere.
Swamy felt an ice cube slipping down her stomach when she witnessed the two sorcerers being exposed to
