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Chapter 17Breath caught in her throat, Zofia watched Saint Germain break the plane from shadow to sunlight. Paralyzed with terror that something imminent was about to happen, Zofia could neither look away nor move. Stopping at the window, Saint Germain squinted into the sunlight. No flames erupted. Not even a hint of smoke came from his clothes, or skin, nor did the man cry out in pain. Realizing that she was holding her breath, she now let it hiss through parted lips. She had remained several feet behind, watching like some hapless witness about to see a terrible accident, unable to do anything about it. Watching a body go up in in flames was not easy to watch, especially if you knew them. Now thrown into the after-shock, adrenaline surging through her, she felt guilty for expecting it.