Rebekah’s eyes were wide and baffled as she watched the streets of Manhattan pass by from the window of the police car that she sat in. There was a dread rising in her heart, she could taste the anxiousness on her lips like a bitter, cold, metal. She was unsure about how things had come to this.
Back at the penthouse, Damien had protested against sending her off with the police and Timothy. So had Liam, Eleanor, and Adonis. But she was the one who knew that they could not afford to be suspects in this investigation. Their exposure was at risk and if the mortals ever got to know about the supernatural then it would lead to catastrophes unknown to anyone in the universe. The mortal brain was not wired to handle the information about the cosmic life and Rebekah intended to keep it that way f
