A week had passed and Dawn was becoming increasingly hungry. And Quetz was insisting that she come and visit him.
Dawn, I need to unlock your potential… and mine,' he said one night when he could no longer let his powers stay confined in his body. He was desperate, he was dying to unleash them.
She was relaxing after her dinner. With her legs on Daryn's back and her head propped up on the pillows, she was reading documents, related to the next trial. For two weeks, Anne had sent apologies after apologies to Dawn in order to avoid another litigation but Dawn wasn't relenting. She knew that for the last case Lily Wyatt had presented a certificate of Parkinson's to the court and somehow wriggled out it. This time they had no excuse, they had no way to come out of it. If she became soft, the Wyatts would only bite her again. So she didn't reveal her cards.
'I don't understand,' she replied.
