Separate names with a comma.
She scrolled through the photos, her brows furrowing slowly. "Where is it?"
She sighed, folding her arms. "How good quality is the picture?" she asked, reaching a hand out for his phone.
She looked uncertain. "I mean... we could. We just don't have any proof."
He nodded and Fina pursed her lips. "I'm concerned. I think this is too big for us."
Monty frowned. “That doesn’t seem like her. Is she okay?”
Monty leaned his head against her playfully. "Everything okay?"
"Well... maybe we should tell the authorities?" Fina brought up nervously.
“When the criteria are met, I can go extremely fast. But it needs to be on the battlefield.” Monty looked up with a frown as she left.
She looked confused, her brows furrowed. “Well... yeah. A lot of people have adjusted speed.” “I have adjusted speed,” Theresa mentioned.
"Perhaps... I don't know, it all seems weird.'
"I suppose, " she said with a frown. "Although, she doesn't seem like a murderer to me. She's.... well... she's a little... vapid."
"You know," she said, gesturing to herself vaguely. "Like... Transmutation? Like this?" She pointed at her face and her freckles disappeared,...
"Transformation," Fina said immediately. "She's not... well... it doesn't come easily to her."
Sylas didn’t notice that she left, but his eyes fluttered open. “142... that belongs to Yvette Idler, if I remember correctly.”
Theresa spoke up “Trust me. I’m about as cynical as you can get. That was it.” “Did you tell anyone?” Fina asked. Monty frowned, looking over...
Sylas closed his eyes, as if this were boring to him, leaning his head back against the tree. “How do you know it was the murder weapon?” Monty...
The group fell silent. Fina finally spoke up, her voice quivering. "You... did?"
"Me?! Are you still cross with me?" he asked indignantly, falling back on her. * * * "Well, cancer of the temporal bone. Close enough." * * *...
"Well... yes," he said dramatically, lying back on her even more, "But you shouldn't worry about that." * * * "Noise-canceling spell," she said...
"Why are you bored?" he asked affectionately, sitting up and pushing his back against her playfully. "We're investigating a death!" * * * She...
