Chapter Seventy-One: Unconscious
Zenith walked out of his room and opened the door to the office. He sighted the intruder and folded his hands, staring down at her in disgust.
She was his thief? He felt disappointed that it had amounted to nothing. Once again, he'd met her at a suspicious place that she had no business in. Would she blame this on another 'psychic attack'?
"Dexter Esther? What are you doing here now?" He asked for some kind of explanation.
There'd be nothing to save her from this since he caught her in the act but he'd let her make something up. Anything that could explain it.
The girl froze, then ever so slowly turned her head to her back. The ice sheet had glued to her skin, making her face a bit blue but she was still very conscious.
For the split second that Zenith looked in her eyes, he thought she was a different person, till she fell to the ground, quite limply.
