Chapter 738 Combat Mirror

• “Do you think she's going to notice us?” Indus whispered. Tension tightened the line of his jaw, a faint shimmer of sweat gathering at his temples.
• He and Jaziel attended the birthday banquet with bad intentions. He felt sheepish.
• “What if she does?” Jaziel answered calmly. He plucked a single grape from the silver bowl, rolling it between his fingers before popping it into his mouth, the gesture almost lazy.