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You told me to interrogate him. The girl protested, miffed. The trainer growled dangerously, causing her to step back from her. He then said, I told you to interrogate, yes. Not to torture him. What would you have done if you killed him? He finally turned his head around to her.
Her eyes shone with unshed tears. She wanted to cry but she did not want to shame him even more. She is his student, for Christ sake. She will not disappoint him even further by crying and blubbering like a goddamn child.
Elders were the names they give to the firstborns of every family. Those are always born with the strongest power. But he was a telepath. Someone who can read minds, feel their intentions and maybe even communicating with them through it. He can also visit you in your dreams and project himself there to give a message or to give influence.
She peeked up at him. Nicholas was a big man, standing over eight feet and one inch with muscles like a hulking bear. So when he is not crouching, he was towering. His inky black hair was cropped short, a buzz cut, if what she knew of hair is true. He had a five o clock shadow to his jawline that made him look even more dangerous.
It will not happen again, I assure you. He regarded her for a moment before he coldly told her. See that it does not. And see that you do better next time. I refuse to have taken in an utter failure.Understood, sir. Her response was as cut and cold like him.
His cold blue eyes shone eerily in the dark room as he looked down on her. The weak gurgling of the man she almost killed was the only sound there. Her spine tingled with fear and she bit her tongue in regret.
His words made her scowl. Screw society, she mentally spat out. With more than just a little hint of spite too. She always did hate the outside world. They were all too ready to bring their kind down just because of their lineage.
No excuses. But today, he ended it without it even reaching eight o clock yet. This made her dismayed but she nodded nonetheless. Giving a little bow, she murmured a quiet Sir, to which he did not even deign with a response.Hurt but determined to prove to him that she was not a mistake he picked, the thirteen year old girl left the interrogation room quietly.
You told me to interrogate him. The girl protested, miffed. The trainer growled dangerously, causing her to step back from her. He then said, I told you to interrogate, yes. Not to torture him. What would you have done if you killed him? He finally turned his head around to her.
Her eyes shone with unshed tears. She wanted to cry but she did not want to shame him even more. She is his student, for Christ sake. She will not disappoint him even further by crying and blubbering like a goddamn child.
Elders were the names they give to the firstborns of every family. Those are always born with the strongest power. But he was a telepath. Someone who can read minds, feel their intentions and maybe even communicating with them through it. He can also visit you in your dreams and project himself there to give a message or to give influence.
She peeked up at him. Nicholas was a big man, standing over eight feet and one inch with muscles like a hulking bear. So when he is not crouching, he was towering. His inky black hair was cropped short, a buzz cut, if what she knew of hair is true. He had a five o clock shadow to his jawline that made him look even more dangerous.
It will not happen again, I assure you. He regarded her for a moment before he coldly told her. See that it does not. And see that you do better next time. I refuse to have taken in an utter failure.Understood, sir. Her response was as cut and cold like him.
His cold blue eyes shone eerily in the dark room as he looked down on her. The weak gurgling of the man she almost killed was the only sound there. Her spine tingled with fear and she bit her tongue in regret.
His words made her scowl. Screw society, she mentally spat out. With more than just a little hint of spite too. She always did hate the outside world. They were all too ready to bring their kind down just because of their lineage.
No excuses. But today, he ended it without it even reaching eight o clock yet. This made her dismayed but she nodded nonetheless. Giving a little bow, she murmured a quiet Sir, to which he did not even deign with a response.Hurt but determined to prove to him that she was not a mistake he picked, the thirteen year old girl left the interrogation room quietly.
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