WOLVIRE
“Yes, me. I'm sorry I have to do this, Maya. What can we do about it? After all, this is my job.”
The man came forward and approached the poor woman suddenly. The man's hand gripped Mrs. Maya’s jaw. Nadira put on hold the call “Mother!” which is already on the tip of the tongue. Instead, she bit her inner cheek a little more than she wanted.
“Say it right now,” growled the man. “Where are you hiding that wolvire?”
“I—akh—don't—know!” Mrs. Mata breathless answered.
“Very well,” said the man with a deep voice. The man released his grip with one rough jolt and retreated back. However, after that everything happened so fast.
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