BANG.
Ayame drove a forearm into Theron's throat, her knee uncomfortably close to a very sensitive area. She glared right into Theron's eyes, the coldness she was radiating almost enough to make someone think that she was actually an Ice Mancer.
In truth, Theron wasn't 100% certain of what Ayame's Mancy Path was. He believed she was a Flux Mancer, but he had never actually seen her use Flux Mana. Even now, with his senses, it was hard to detect.
"What are you trying to get me into? This wasn't the plan. This is spiraling out of control."
Theron chuckled, not fighting back against her hold on him.
"This was always the plan. I told you pretty clearly that we were going to crash a wedding. If we want to gather everyone we need in one place, this was always going to be the only way. How else are you going to get what you need for your mission?"
"The Chron Clan wasn't involved in the information I gave you," she said coldly.
