The doubtful gazes of everyone darted back and forth between the magazine and Shamara's face, which turned red all the way to the nape of her neck as she shyly said, "This... this... this isn't mine..."
Luther said loudly, "I know, I've seen it at Grandma Lisa's place; it's Grandma Lisa's."
Shamara breathed a sigh of relief, the first time she thought Luther looked quite pleasant. She thanked Luther, otherwise, she would have had to find a crack in the ground to crawl into and never come out.
With a firm squeeze, her hand ignited a black Sacred Flame, turning the magazine to ash.
"Ah... I was still..." Luther sighed with regret. Why burn it? He hadn't even read it yet.
Shamara didn't care whether he had read it or not, she just wanted to immediately move past this topic, "Lord, what did you call me here for?"
Ange scratched his head, pointing towards Anthony.
"Shamara, where did Lord find you? How come you returned so quickly?" Anthony asked with a smile.
