Sylvia pov
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Ah- I let out a gasp. It was so tiny and insignificant that I doubted - and hoped - that no one heard it. But luck and all that… someone probably did, and in a gathering of what amounted to superhuman… yeah- it was quite assured that someone heard me.
The indignity~ ah I doubt that anyone would be alive to talk about it. Not after this… maybe even I would be too busy gasping for breath whilst holding the neck he had cut to even remember.
Mm… but that was a fantasy. And this, well this was a shit show. Already I had hundreds of guards dead at the floor, John had barely been given a chance to enhance them, barely even able to react himself.
Not good. Not good at all, my finger came to my mouth and in a nervous tick, I started to bite at my nail.
