To say I was surprised to see Jane was an understatement. Even from a distance, I had no trouble recognizing her teen-like features or her blonde hair. She still wore the same clothes she did back at Ricardo’s Place, but they looked more ragged now, as if she had been traveling through the wilderness while wearing them.
And her skin was pale. Not quite as pale as a vampire’s, but far too pale for a healthy human being. She walked into the chamber with confused eyes, her steps hesitant and unsure, as if she was walking through a pitch black room without any light by which to guide her.
“Jane?” I said, lowering Domination. “Is that you?”
Jane stopped and looked around. “Tara? I hear you, but I can’t see you. Where are you and how did you get in this place?”
I found it strange that Jane a
