Meanwhile, Adam clapped his baby's hands, impressed by Misha's perfect pronunciation and rocket-like progress.
He saw her raise her nose in pride and the smug smile creeping on her parting lips in response.
"Hehehe. Didn't I warn you, Mister Magic? No one can beat me in learning things! Be it the dolphins' incredible short-term memory, the elephant's long-term or the octopus's decentralised miniature brains, I have all their abilities!" She crossed her arms over her chest, nodding at herself. "I'll learn this language by tonight!"
However, her playful tone melted under the burning heat of danger by the end of her sentence.
In the blink of an eye, she moved before the frowning Adam and growled threateningly at the middle-aged woman who glared at them.
Despite her brave front, she felt it deep in her bones through her instincts: this woman was the biggest threat she had ever sensed. Even after transforming, the abominable Ignatius didn't reach her ankle.
