“... mon amor, you’re saying you hunted those like me and delivered them to that company? Alive?”
Clicking her tongue, she pinched the bridge of her nose. She wasn’t angry with him, but she knew the world of the supernatural and that of the humans should never mix beyond what it had. True, she was being hypocritical. She was in a relationship with a human, one that evidently could have done her in had they met years prior if he had the order.
“I can only imagine things will gradually become worse. Mon dieu, I am afraid.” Eyes drifted towards the silver box she took everywhere, sat on the table before them. Her most treasured artifact; the mirror. “... if you can remember names, perhaps you could ask them yourself what has happened to them. So long as they are dead, of course, you shall find an answer. The dead are more reliable than any book in the world.”










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