The Feeling Of Helplessness
Mira's chin was visibly tremoring as she looked at Damien spit out the drink she had meticulously prepared. It was as if he drank something that melted his tongue.
She gripped the side of her dress as she barged forward and grabbed the glass from him with an irate look, "Hmph, if you hate it so much, don't drink it!"
"Hey…it's not my fault that maybe Elder Jayna got it mixed up. Why are you getting so pissed off for that?" Damien asked with a baffled look.
"Because you are ungrateful!" Mira said with her nostrils flared.
"Ungrateful? Now that was uncalled for," Damien said as he stood before her with his arms crossed. He knew she had a temper but getting called ungrateful for not drinking something he could not even swallow was just too much.
He was about to admonish her when he suddenly felt his soul energy getting shaken, "No…Valentina…" Damien mumbled with a pained look as she stumbled back and leaned against the window.