Chapter Two Hundred-Thirty – Will die
Magic?
Stefan narrowed his eyes at the young girl. "Are you sure? Laurel said you should add this or it's just your assumption? That's a sensitive topic and you know it."
Bebe quivered as she noticed he seemed annoyed. She knew it was preposterous. Rolling Stones had no affiliation with magic or Damancas.
Where else will they get witches?
But Zeldris had said that if she didn't add it, even Prince Sorren could turn to roasted meat, and she didn't want that to ever happen. It'd ruin his aesthetics.
"I think it has to do with the—"
"The fire?" Sorren left where he sat.
He moved towards Stefan, sat by him and crossed his legs. "She has a point. I couldn't bear to see Sigma's body but I could perceive something like burnt skin."
Stefan grimaced. Shouldn't that be something expected to smell when fire made contact with a body?
