Ghost looked just as she always had, except that she wasn't wearing a cloak now, and all the damage to her form-fitting suit had been completely repaired.
As always, the allure of her figure went hand in hand with a sense of fear and menace. All of this divided the reactions of those around her into just two categories.
Noir, Tasha, Patrick, and especially Mara backed away even further. It seemed it was quite difficult for them to be in the same room with a person capable of killing them with a snap of her fingers.
Mr. Nobody, however, seemed to belong to the second type. It was quite possible that he was the only one who looked at Ghost that way, not only among those in the room, but in all of Concord.
"…" He felt himself unconsciously hold his breath as he looked at her mask.
She was so close that she might have heard how loudly his heart was pounding?
How long had they been standing like this? A second? An hour? Why wasn't she moving either, and was just staring at him?
