Wrapped in a web of utter disbelief was Nevaeh when she saw the familiar, small framed, brunette haired girl standing in front of her. It was Ariana, Elleanor's secretary.
She had met her once, but that face of hers was hard to forget, neither was her extremely polite attitude.
Her mouth gaped to mutter her name, but a small, fair hand suddenly covered her mouth before she could splutter out the first syllable.
Her eyes shot up to the girl, and the hint of danger twirling in the girl's eyes didn't elude her.
"It can hear you." Ariana whispered.
Nevaeh snapped her head towards the window she had jumped from, and the uneasiness in her stomach returned when she heard strange noises wafting out from there. The turbulence in her heart resumed and it's erractic pace climbed higher.
Who was that?
