Mathena rested against the concrete front of a nearby thrift store, too exhausted to be upset over Xeon's inexplicable absence, or even about being passed off as a used automobile. She would get rid of her bothersome bodyguards once she got the chance to gather her might. Until then...
She'd been through worse. Worse in a spectacular way.
Her heavy eyelashes drooped as she rested against the wall, trusting her acute sense of scent to alert her of any impending danger. Another five minutes went by, then another five. Stephen, who plainly had the attention span of an ant, couldn't take the silence any longer.
"Um- you don't mind me asking, yeah? …you’re Mathena’s sister," he murmured. "The resemblance is remarkable, but why do you smell like rotten meat? I don't mean anything, but you don
