Chapter 351

Turning around from the group ahead of her, she sized up the beast. It was still pounding on the walls of the red ball in all fury.

Doesn’t he get tired? She wondered, aware that Prescott was still right beside her.

“What should we do now? How do we get the necklace around his neck?” Prescott asked out aloud, knowing that none of the audience could hear him, apart from Freya.

Emma thought, and thought.

Nothing was forthcoming.

She stared hard at the red ball, as if hoping for the magic feature to breathe some ideas into her head, but there was none.

She whisked around sharply, feeling a presence behind her.

Freya.

What did she want?

She thought, piquing her eyebrows at Freya who had been approaching her steadily, but had paused at Emma’s sharp swivel.

The former thought that the latter had sharp reflexes. Another indicator that she wasn’t human. Could she be like her? Half of Aiden’s kind? That was very likely. If they were