Yarin's POV:
Dizzy and nauseous, like a cat thrown into a washing machine.
I couldn't even maintain my human form. My actions just now had exhausted all my strength. I could only lie on the ground and pretend I was a large pile of melted gum, praying that no innocent passersby would come.
Being seen was secondary. I was afraid that whoever saw me would be traumatized.
Alfred was concerned about me. He was a good man, but I really didn't have the strength to respond to him. He said the police and bomb disposal experts were already on their way and would arrive in ten minutes. He hoped that they would be quick. What if the kidnappers were lying to Lily?
Before the bomb crisis was resolved, I was worried every second that the thing would explode prematurely.
