CHAPTER SEVENTY-SIX
AUTHOR'S POV
"Uhhm it's just a guess. You know assassins mostly use stones to eliminate their victims, so I just made the assumption" Tarella stammered, then attempted to lighten the mood "Oh c'mon Mara you do make weird assumptions. Don't tell me you were already suspecting me as the hired assassin" Tarella laughed gently, waving her hands in the air to show her disbelief.
Just as expected, Mara was shaken. "I must truly make weird assumptions pretty fast" Her thought aligned with that of Tarella, making her lift herself from the chair to her feet, in suppressed agony. Her waist had begun to ache her.
"Then, I shall get going" she bowed slightly "Have a nice day" she wished before seeing herself out.
As soon as the door closed, Tarella heaved a sigh of relief. She had no idea what would've happened if she hadn't made that quick cover.
