Daisy's pupils constricted. She seemed to still be waiting for the sound, a grunt, a noise, a tremble, something.
But nothing of the sort happened. It was like she was piercing through someone other than Theron himself. He was so far removed from the situation that he didn't even blink.
And then she pulled back. If she continued, she wouldn't just be pulling a sample, she would be killing Theron. If something like that happened, there would be no explaining it.
But she had hardly pulled it out when Theron was already casually pulling his robes back on.
"… You have the skin of a woman," Daisy muttered beneath her breath.
"Why thank you," Theron said with a grin.
Daisy had no idea that there was a point there wasn't a single inch of Theron's body that hadn't suffered some sort of scar. All she could see was a talented young master of a Clan that she had probably just not heard of yet. Either that, or Theron was lying about his origins.
