The woman behind the table of the store stared at the vampire who had given her the small bottle of spray to be used on her. One of her hands was fisted together and her jaw was set firmly, almost grinding against each other at the way how everything had backfired.
She had planned to frame these two girls who had claimed that she was selling the wrong stones and after they were framed, she would have sold the charm stones in double the price by telling how to know when a witch was nearby and their life was in a threat. Yet here she was holding the spray as everyone waited for her to put it over her.
Seeing the lack of motivation as well as enthusiasm, Damien yawned loudly, "Are you going to do it or do you want me to force you to do it? Which one is it going to be?" he asked the woman without turning to look at her.
