"Now," I say, rolling up my sleeves one by one. "If you have not lied to me, and are true to your word, I promise this will not hurt you. Though it might be a bit of a shock."
I do not elaborate on my words this time. For if I had told her what I plan to do- look straight into her core memories and emotions, the ones in her heart, she would naturally have protested. Anyone with half a brain would have, for the process is not only painful, but extremely invasive. But considering I might just be about to save her life, that is the least of her concerns.
"What?" she sniffs, wiping her tears with the back of her sleeve, a clear tremble laced in her voice. Poor thing, too confused to be afraid. I certainly hope she was not lying to me. No wonder Azrael chose this assassin to be turned into a halfling, with so many emotions brewing like bubbling lava in her insides, she would be the perfect candidate to be turned. She is a mortal ticking time bomb.
