Javier Sinclair seized upon the key point. "So, as long as her luck hasn't run out, she can't die. Even if she does, she'll just come back to life."
This was certainly a year for strange occurrences, more so than any other.
Celeste Grant nodded.
"That's more or less it."
Javier Sinclair said, "Well, I'll be. In the hundreds of years I've lived, I've never seen anything like it."
Celeste Grant's gaze fell upon Jocelyn Grant.
She had already passed out from excessive blood loss.
"I said I would let her go, and I will."
With that thought, she flashed a sinister smile. "Nerida, throw her to the ends of the earth for me. She's bad luck just to look at."
Nerida nodded.
"Yes, Madam."
She extended a hand, channeling her Cultivation. Jocelyn Grant was ripped from the ground, and with a flick of Nerida's wrist, she was sent flying.
"Off you go," Nerida said.
The next moment,
like a shooting star, she streaked across the sky.
