"What the hell?" Vikram Das cried out in pure disbelief. His eyes widened in shock as he stared at his fingers, his heartbeat drumming against his chest like war drums.
"What happened?" Mona asked quickly, noticing the sudden shift in his expression. Her tone carried concern, and her brows creased in worry as she stepped closer.
"Nothing," Vikram replied almost reflexively, instinctively moving a few steps away from her. He turned his back, hunching slightly, shielding his hands from her view as he examined them.
The tiger claws that had extended from his fingertips moments ago during the battle were gone.
Vanished.
He hadn't removed them, he was sure of it. He hadn't dropped them or discarded them anywhere in the cave. In fact, he remembered vividly the satisfying pressure of the claws, the way they had fused over his fingers like second skin during the fight. But now, not a trace remained.
