Thiery was cleaning the blood off his sword when Sander handed him the phone and took it from him.
The last two Rogues had just died at Thiery's swordpoint, and the remaining one had been deliberately let run to warn any other Rogues who might try to wreak havoc.
"Ms. Winchester asked when you'd be back," Sander said calmly. He put the short sword back in its case after cleaning it. "She said she needed to talk, not about work."
"I think the effects of the mark are already starting to affect her," Thiery murmured. "It's been a while."
"Maybe it's because she's human," Sander said after a moment's thought. "Human metabolisms seem to be slower than ours."
Thiery looked at his phone, read Noreen's message again, then sighed and set it down on the table. He wouldn't reply. He would go str
