"Arthur, did we really scare them all off?" Ella couldn't quite believe it.
Just now.
She had returned to her room, intending to collapse on the bed and sleep.
But Arthur had forcefully pulled her up and taken her to the window, where they watched Winny Johnsons and Byron Mason secretly plotting.
Although they were too far away to hear what they were saying, the little eagle had ears like the wind, capturing every word of their whispered conversations and converting them into information that flowed into her mind.
So, they were in cahoots.
Whether it was the Phoenix Lady who ran the shop or Elijah Peyton, they had all become Winny's underlings.
Thinking of sending her to her death?
Not so easy!
The little eagle's strike had not only timely prevented Elijah from becoming a horribly empowered living dead, but it also frightened away those profit-driven bastards...
...
Lying in bed with Arthur, Ella found herself without the slightest bit of sleepiness.
