DAMON
We all turned our heads to look in the direction of the voice just in time to see the Falcon walk in with her six bodyguards behind.
Something looks different about her. I exchanged looks with Mother while Cathy reached for my hands under the table. I was certain everyone could sense the aura around her.
"He knows" There was temporary silence as she sat on the floor with her legs crossed underneath her.
"Who? Know about what?" Mother asked, breaking the weird silence that had ensued.
"The collector..."
Catherine holds on to my hands and tightens.
"...He knows I am here and that I am a she" She looks around us with her opaque eyes. "And if I know the collector as much as I think I do, he'd come seeking blood"
"...why"
"...what?"
"...when?"
It was like a sword sliced thr
