Connorâs hands become fist, a light starting to form âThat. That. Back! Now!â He started walked, he didnât get mad a lot but when he did, he did.((âïž.))
Dmitri stared at Connor for a lengthy moment, lifting an eyebrow. He casually sat the vase on the ground since no tables were within range and then quietly stepped away from it. âYouâre really trying this right now? Are you trying to be scary?â













