“Did someone come here?” She asked. Her voice sounded calm, but there was an edge to it. The way she asked meant she knew it already. There was no point in hiding it from her, especially when she had the right to own and know every part of my life.

I nodded. “You know Alaric Vance?”

“Alaric Vance?” She murmured the name as she tried to recall it in her memory. After a quiet moment, she nodded her head, “I think I do.”

I watched her in silence, letting her take her sweet time ...