Chapter Fifty Eight

Chapter Fifty Eight.

Nicholas's POV.

At the exact time that I stepped into her office, I close my eyes, take a whiff of the air, spread out my arms, allow my hearings pick on any low reverberation, allow my mind crawl the walls, but I found nothing, and it all came back as a reverse, and I'm walking one step after the other into her office.

Staring at the window from which she fell, it isn't broken which is a surprise. I may have thought this was the work of Hunters, but I'm beginning to think in another direction. If the glassy walls aren't broken and there's no proof that anything happens here, you know, as though anything that can show the existence of something supernatural happening here has all be erased, or let's say reserved, that I can't even smell the scent of Olivia who was here, as neither can I smell the scent of Anastasia, I am beginning to think this is clearly not a Werewolf or a Hunter's job.

They can't hide everything. This must have been done with something more p