Chapter 89

Third person point of view

She got up from the concrete grounds. The light from the truck shone upon her. Her eyebrows knitted together as she looked upon the truck that had more than a huge dent on it. 

As a matter of fact a hole tore at the front of the truck. Her clothes had become torn and dirtied. There were dark patches all over her cream skin.

Her empty sockets for eyes looked terrifying under the pale moonlight, and with those empty sockets she eyed the truck before approaching him, on bare legs. Smoke was rising from the huge hole her impact with the truck had created.

She held the door and in an attempt to open it ripped right off it's hinges. She threw the truck door to examine the hurt man inside the truck.

"An bhfuil tú ceart go leor---" She caught herself mid-sentence.

The portal jump had messed with her linguistics format amongst other things.