The two auras crashed into each other at that moment.
I felt a deadly killing intent radiating from Watson Thompson - raw and unmistakable!
The murderous aura was crystal clear and overwhelming. She definitely wanted me dead!
I narrowed my eyes as golden light burst from my body.
At the same time, the mask in Watson's grip shook, like she might slip it over her face any second.
Right at that crucial instant, Watson suddenly released her grip.
The murderous intent around her vanished completely.
"Mason, I need to leave. Don't worry about me," Watson said, sounding defeated.
Relief washed through me.
Thank God Watson was still herself.
"Word about that mask has gotten out. If you go alone, you're walking into danger," I said, my forehead creasing with worry.
"Mabel considers you her sister, which makes you mine too. I can't abandon you."
Watson pressed her palm against her forehead. "Fine, fine, I'll do what you say. Happy now?"
I felt satisfied seeing her give in.
