The Madame only raised one eyebrow after Mason handed her Stephanie’s photos and diary in the underground garage area of The Compund where Jordie’s specially equipped truck was kept. “You need to put these pictures through ID recognition, and maybe we can track them down. You also need to read the diary and give it to Birdie and her mother to read. Stephanie went willingly and won’t come back willingly. Decisions have to be made.”
“She cannot stay out as she is valuable for the sum of her parts. Her DNA would be for sale on the black market. You all are here for protection as well as learning to handle your gifts.”
“Well, she doesn’t think of her wings and blue skin as gifts,” said Jordie as he got into his truck. Both he and Mason were dressed in jeans and flannel shirts, trying to blen
