Mariana's Pov
Black pants, black shirt, black baseball hat; that’s what I’m clad in—my usual uniform for whenever I have to meet my mother at our meeting point. Her laboratory in the estate.
As I approach the door, the soldiers pull open the door for me and I step in, the smell of smoke and chemicals filling my nostrils immediately.
It’s something I’ve become accustomed to. And I sometimes wonder why my father allows my mother to have her little research laboratory here in the estate knowing that whatever she does in there is not legal.
What if there’s a raid, they’ll leave out evidence for the feds to walk in on.
“What were you thinking acting out the way you did back there, Agent Shadow?” A firm voice slices through my thoughts, pulling my mind back from a daze.
I look behind me. I
