'What does she mean by take care?' Luke asked himself.
'Does she mean I should handle Nia's funeral? Or is there perhaps a chance that she was still alive...'
'I hope, it's the latter,' he thought deeply as he wished, hoped, prayed fo a miracle.
As soon as their figure's vanished in the distance, Sonia's fingers twitched and she sat.
Her crushed hand looked brand new, it was as if it was not even graced.
Her thwarted, broke, and dislocated limbs also looked fine, so is the injury in her head, shoulder, and hips.
When she tried to stand, Jake caught her attention.
She yed him with slit like bloody red eyes before scanning the surroundings.
As soon as their eyes met, Luke was freed of his paralization. It was like a spell was casted to him and the only way to break that was to ensure that Sonia was alive and breathing.
She tuned her head to the side while looking at him with predatory eyes.
