Chapter 1828 My Fucking Duty & Service:>Ep38

• "Mind if I?" the lithe spy asked, pulling the sparkcatcher from Crys' friction burned fingers. Instead of using it herself, she placed her hand onto the nest of tinder had been piled and closed her eyes. Bringing her thumb and forefinger together, the bright spark of her Weaving needle of light formed,. Then, she snapped her fingers together. The needle vanished, and in its wake, a simmering cinder.
• "Neat trick," Crys said, sliding some of the hair that had spilled in front of her eyes. "Can you do anything else magical?"
• "Join me under the covers later, we'll find out together."