"GAH," squirming under my foot, the Purple-Haired Elder realized he could no longer feel his legs or even wings, rendering him completely at my whim; well, he had been from the beginning, but now he understood there was nothing in his control any longer.
Meanwhile, my eyes scanned his body from top to bottom in search of any device that could potentially be transmitting our conversation to any eavesdropping idiots.
The worst case scenario in my mind at that moment was that another Returner was on the other end of the communication channel, listening in, and if that were the case, if I slipped up and said my name or…
'Fuck, could they have been listening in to my fight with Ryan…no, if that were the case, they would have sent more than five Elders after me.' Shaking my head, a faint glimmering object tucked away under the Elder's torn tunic collar drew my attention.
