Never had I felt so grateful for not doing something.
I imagine if I had summoned the Fallen Knight and then the curly-haired man came, the thought made me gulp.
I racked my head a bit and could not imagine any way in which I would survive such an event.
Even if the pope interceded, how could he convince his most trusted soldiers that it was for the greater good that their colleagues were turned into zombies?
Trust my conscience, at this time, it riled up, looking to fill me with guilt for what I had done to Mike, but I brutally silenced it.
"Where were you when the bastard was trying to kill me?"
"So what now?" Isolde totally surrendered her fate to me.
"We watch; if there is an opportunity, we bolt."
"I thought you said if we run, we'll die."
"Yes, and that is under the condition his opponent isn't marching for him."
Ninja Momma stared at the back of the tall figure who was already before her tormentor and questioned, trying to understand.
"Can she beat him?"
