I couldn't get that image out of my head. Mana dropping her hand down on Chase like he was nothing. The sound of bones snapping, ribs collapsing under the pressure, blood everywhere. It was brutal. The guy was a horrible person, sure, but watching someone die like that was something else entirely. At the same time, another part of me kept remembering Jasmine and the other girls tied up in that room, helpless, and that part of me didn't feel nearly as bad about Chase's fate.
Still, the memory kept looping in my mind and it made concentrating impossible.
The papers on my desk looked like they were written in a language I didn't understand. I kept staring at them, scanning lines of text without actually reading anything. My eyes were on the documents but my thoughts were somewhere else entirely.
Mana's subject. The most powerful goddess among them.
What exactly did that mean for me?
"Damn," I muttered under my breath, rubbing my temple. "Is she going to kill me or what?"
