Technically Free

After firmly condemning her behavior and waiting for a moment, he heard her speak again.

"You can turn now. Sorry, but my clothes can't follow me when I'm inside a shadow.

He turned, noticing her tight suit, and rolled his eyes. But he knew they enjoyed this type of clothing on Earth, unlike the embroidered dresses of this world. Therefore, he shook his head and focused on their business.

"Point where the mark is. I'll try to remove it now."

An excited glint flashed in Anya's eyes. Without waiting, she extended her trembling right shoulder. The shadows parted, revealing a deceiving butterfly tattooed on her supple skin in a vibrant mix of colors. Disturbing eyes peering into the onlookers' souls graced the lifelike wings, making a sense of unease wash over him for a second.

His face hardened, and his brows creased in a focused frown the next, as he placed his palm above it.