Josephine ran quickly to me as she cheered.
"Darling! We have all thirty Phantom Soulgems! We can turn them into Soulgears! Ah, right... They're here..."
My Italian lover started smiling with joy, but then slowly lost her joy as she looked towards the 2nd Amendment, specifically at Yvonne and Claire.
Before I could stop her, Jo stomped over to Claire and suddenly tried to grab her by the neck. Warren, always protective of the saint from Salt Lake City, tried to intervene.
"Yo lady! I dunno what your deal is but calm down! Boo ain't done nothing wrong yet."
I belatedly noticed that Jo was no longer smiling. Her eyes seemed to be red as she hammered her leg into Warren's torso. Although the African-American was over six feet tall, the Italian's kick sent him to the ground.
"I wasn't talking to you."
Cold. Devoid of affection. And overflowing with hostility, Jo's sudden shift caught me off guard.
