"Who are you?" He asked, feeling the magic in the air.
"Are you just wearing my friend's skin?" He asked coldly.
John had his hand behind his back, gathering a spell in it.
He didn't trust a lot of people and he had trusted Mike Stamford. If this wasn't Mike and just someone wearing his face, he was going to bring this place down around their heads.
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Date: 2019-02-18 05:02 am (UTC)"Are you just wearing my friend's skin?" He asked coldly.
John had his hand behind his back, gathering a spell in it.
He didn't trust a lot of people and he had trusted Mike Stamford. If this wasn't Mike and just someone wearing his face, he was going to bring this place down around their heads.