The Dreaded Voice

"I asked, why now? First of all, you sent your men after me from nowhere, then they tried to kill me, shortly after, you are here telling bullshit!"

He smiled mechanically, "One day, you'll understand." He stood up and left.

"weird." she scuffed.

She took some time to ponder about everything that Emille said. Deep down, she knew that she was not even supposed to be thinking about him in the first place, but she just could not help it. He did not sound evil at all…perhaps she was already used to so much evil so much so that everything around her appeared either too evil or too calm.

“Why am I not scared of him?” she asked herself.

“Scared of who?” Brantley's voice brought her back to reality.

“Jeez! You startled me. What the hell are you doing here?”

“Coming to fetch you.” he replied plainly, drawing the seat beside her.

She sighed. “What do I have to do to get rid of you?” she asked with an exasperated sigh.

“Start by telling me why the hell you broke up with me in the first place?