“My smell?” she asked confused, wanting to walk with him.
“Yes, you have a distinct smell being one of the Angel Elites, at least when you get your wings.” He said. “If I should say, depends on Dremis’ ideas of what he wants to do with you.”
“So you’re just going to let him kill me?” she said taking a step towards him. Her heart race, she was going to try and get past him, and get out of this realm and back to Carlos and Misty.
“Perhaps.” He said looking away from her. “But we may keep you here, and let you suffer. Who knows? You are in a realm where you will not age nor die unless you’ve already been dead and were brought here.”
Marcus didn’t say anything more, he closed the door. Anabel sat back down on the bed she knew she wo
