Sapphire Blue [The Grim Reaper Chronicles, #1] (Editing)

Chapter Forty Two

The news of being at the one and only hunters' headquarters in Grafsburg had only jerked little of a rude awakening and amusement from her, compared to the horror written on her face when everything Deianira explained presented itself right before her eyes in the space of thirty minutes. A different world and style introduced themselves to her. Except from a few things that were different from how she had described them, the whole settings aligned with her imagination. Placed on recognition the few things she had made mental notes to confirm when the chances of visiting any of the zones arrived, her awareness of the hunters' nest had doubled with inquisitiveness. Nothing felt more like daydream to her during this time. To think the attack her friends had been staged with had partially made her dreams come through, even if she hadn't heard the story yet, the gladness in her heart had found a way to express itself on her face. She hadn't been this overly enthusiastic in days.

That was few hours ago.

Now, there was real horror plastered on her face as the last confusing sentence flew out of Aurora's mouth. The kind that made her tied her stomach into a thousand knots, and her face into a pale, salty mess. She had been crying. The shock wasn't there, neither was the gasps that frequently find its way into her mouth whenever something astonishing took place. Only the streak of pure horror and tears-bathed mascara defiled her precious face and hazel eyes. What had happened?

She had just shared a nervous laugh with the whole team In the building when she was introduced to them. Nobody made the simplest entreaty that made her uncomfortable as it happened. Although the timidity had been inevitable for her. Even if those people and their profession were way out of her league, they hadn't shown their prude sides to her. Nothing made her feel more glad. The atmosphere had been uncommon and unique just like she would have wanted it. Exciting, it was.

But when the time to face reality arrived, she felt like she couldn't do it anymore. The race couldn't be ran. Like a diminished hope finding a way to survive, she was sunk back into her previous condition. The breaking news had broken her to the last bits.

An additional thing she took notice of about the two women she already revered was their differences. It was plain yet detectable. The manner in which they explained the situation on ground to her was unalike and each deciphering took incorrigible turns on her. One came easily

Seated across both ladies in one of the countless room in the building, she shifted un