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Of course he had beaten her home but she didn’t mind, not one little bit. The fact that he was there waiting only made her entrance that much more effective as she rolled into their apartment wearing nothing but a smile. Micah had always had a knack knowing what she was thinking and this instance was no exception as the pair retreated for a much more private and intimate reunion.

Sometime later Velveteen dragged Micah to the bathroom where she could ask questions while she showered, questions that were more personal in nature and directly connected to their own lives rather than that of a whole city. How was he and how had he been really? What of her animals, had he seen them? She was never entirely sure why people had insisted on gifting her with animals. They just didn’t like her and more often than not would bite, attack or simply run away if she got too close.

Hades, a large exotic black cat, puma maybe, had been given to her by Niklaus. Xerox the owl had come by way of Caine who had long since vanished from Harper Rock. There was Hera who had been given to her as a cub by Zodiac. All three were more attuned to living in the wild and luckily were not too reliant on her for their survival but that was not the case with Lil ******. Lil ****** was some sort of oversized dust bunny that Karina had given her for her birthday. Some sort of purse dog or something. The first time they met Lil ****** had bitten her earning its name. Luckily for it and Vel Bunny had adopted the tiny canine.

She also asked about people, family, faction, friends. Who was still around, who wasn’t? Had Scott gotten off the drugs? Were him and Bunny still a thing? What about Stephen? And other various things to catch her up to speed on those things within their own line and household so to speak, making her feel less a stranger to those closest to them as Micah patiently caught her up and answered all of her questions before leaving her to dress. By the time she stepped out of the bedroom Velveteen looked like something that had just escaped the Matrix.

Tight black leather hugged her form. Knee high boots sporting buckles and straps gave way to tight leather pants. A corset styled vest that zipped in front and then was fastened with more buckled belts across the front of her upper torso and over the top her familiar floor length, black leather jacket. Velveteen ran a finger over an area on her sleeve that had been stitched together with leather thonging noting how good Bunny had gotten with the repairs. Leather clothing had always just been practical in Vel’s mind. It provided more protection that denim and t-shirt material in battle. Blood and guts simply wiped off leaving no stains, no matter how long it was left to dry for and her coat had all the pockets she needed to carry the various items necessary when venturing out.

She stood at the bench where her weapons had been laid out at some point after her retreating into the oblivion of sleep. For a moment memories came flooding back as her fingers trailed over the cool metal though she quickly put aside the reminiscing as she armed herself. Two small knives were tucked into her boots. Her handgun was tucked inside of her jacket along with an extra, just in case and as many clips as she could carry and her sword was slung over shoulder. “Ready.” She finally said, turning to her husband who was watching with an amused grin.

As they walked the streets of the city it wasn’t hard to notice the heavy military presence. Cops and Soldiers alike patrolled the streets, more so than what she remembered. Several areas almost looked deserted and derelict, dark, as streetlights had been smashed or simply neglected. The pair seemed to go unnoticed as Micah had suggested they use alter ego while they took in the sights. Velveteen frowned at what the place had become. It looked war torn and ugly in some places yet others seemed to thrive, vibrant and alive. Why that was was something she would have to look into at another time.

Before long they reached the steps of the morgue where Micah hesitated. Vel was confused at first but after he left she remembered and felt bad for having forgotten in the first place. For a moment longer she stood at the top of the steps and watched the man in uniform at the gates to the quarantine zone. She tilted her head curiously for a moment as a sad expression settled on her features. What the hell was happening and what did it all mean for the future? Their future?

With a heavy sigh she turned her thoughts away from the sad possibilities and made her way to the stairs which would take her to lower level beneath the morgue, a place that had been known as The Realm. It too brought back so many memories which again she set aside to focus on the hear and now. Her intended apology was waved off and while she still felt bad about that he seemed to accept that some things would take time to come back to her though when he started talking of sparring a grin spread across her now reddened lips. “It’s been a while since I had a good *** kicking. You are right. I likely could use the practice.” Velveteen followed his lead and began to disarm as well. She shrugged off her coat which landed on the floor with a heavy thud due to all the metal that was stashed in the pockets. “Remind me how this goes.” She purred with a grin as she walked backwards toward the cage, crooking a single finger that beckoned him closer.

Micah snorted. A good *** kicking. His wife could give as good as she got. She was fearless. Many a time he’d watched her chase after a running target with barely any blood in her body. Irritated the **** out of him but it was part of who she was. Asking her to change anything about herself would be torture for her, and take away just a little bit of that fiery spark he loved so much in her. “I’m sure you’re just out of practice is all. Besides. I haven’t been able to really kick your *** since we’ve been bound. The bond prevents it, remember?” That was more the case for him than for her. She’d accidentally shot him more than once, but anything he fired in her direction seemed to bounce off. It was weird.

“I promise to go easy on you,” Micah said with a smirk that was full of mischief. Going easy on her way out of the question, because she wouldn’t allow him to. And he was right. She came at him before the words even finished leaving his mouth and in no time at all, he was locked into a no holds barred fight. She didn’t hold back, and neither did he. It had been ages since he’d been able to do anything like this. The bond he shared with his wife was a safeguard. It wouldn’t allow him to hurt her too badly, which was something he never wanted to do. Micah knew he was a hell of a lot stronger than her, but that didn’t mean she was weak. What she lacked in physical strength she more than made up for with her sharp tongue, intelligent mind and wit.

It felt like they’d been going at it for hours when he finally called it quits. Neither of them were barely winded, but it could feel the night bleeding away at a rapid pace. They had maybe an hour, hour and a half at most before both of them were entirely useless and he wanted to make sure that they were back home, safe in the Eyrie long before that ever happened. He didn’t know how many of these idiots knew about The Realm, but he certainly didn’t trust that it was safe enough to spend the day at.

Micah started to replace his weapons in anticipation of heading back out. He wasn’t sure if she’d grabbed her tome, and he wouldn't take any chances with her safety. If she was walking back then so would he. “So….” he cast a glance over at her and saw her doing the same as him. “How do you want to start this? This is your area of expertise, Vel, so I’ll leave the diabolical planning up to you. Just tell me when and where and I will be there.”

Micah had always been bigger, faster and stronger than her but Velveteen was nothing if not stubborn. What she lacked physically she made up for in raw determination but she was rusty. For a little while she was being thrown around like a rag doll but every time she got back up and went at him again. Eventually it all started coming back and by the time Micah called it she was proud to at least say she had made her mark several times during the encounter even if disappointed that time had passed so quickly. Vel followed his lead and picked up her coat before replacing those weapons she had removed from her person.

“Well…” She paused thoughtfully before stuffing a knife into each of her boot. “I’m not entirely sure yet. After my shower I threw a post up on Crownet. No idea if anyone still really uses it.” She stopped what she was doing as she connected to the network using her mind, one of the powers she possessed that she hadn’t forgotten about. “Hmmm.” She hummed softly shifting her focus back to the physical world, and her husband. “There have only been two replies. Told them to come here so once the sun sets tonight we will return and see what happens I guess. For the moment, I think the more information we have the better. I mean, the way things were before I checked out weren’t good, I can only assume that hasn’t improved any.”

Two perfectly tattooed brows knit together as she slung her sword back over her shoulder. “I have this feeling at the moment that it’s ...a bit of a damned if we do, damned if we don’t type of situation. According to the Crownet or whatever that douchebag Admin dude calls it now, things are pretty uneasy between vampires and humans. So it seems that time has done little to ease that tension and honestly?” Velveteen flipped her long, raven locks over one shoulder as she shifted her weight from one foot to the others. “I just don’t trust them. We were human once and I remember what it was like. People are assholes. The politicians don’t like anything that challenges their power. The forces like to blow up anything they don’t understand. And scientists like to test things to death. No. Any peace that exists now only exists because they haven’t found an effective way to extinguish us but when they do….there will be no hesitation. That much I am certain of.”

She reached inside her coat and extracted the small tome that Micah had made for her and wiggled it slightly. “I remembered this time. Also….Having pockets? Helpful.” Velveteen smirked as she began to to recite the required incantation that would transport her home in less time than it took to blink.

For all that had changed, some things just never did and from the moment she materialised in the Eyrie she began to unload leaving a trail of discarded clothes and weapons along the path from the tome drop spot to the bedroom doorway. Micah was right behind and as she reached the door she stopped. “Oh. Yeah. There was...a slight accident.” She grinned sheepishly motioning towards the splintered wood that lay on the ground. “I thought I was locked in and panicked. I will find Scott tomorrow and put him to work.”

She turned to continue towards the bed that beckoned though she hesitated a moment, seemingly reluctant to venture closer. “Promise me something please, babe. If I am not awake when you are please wake me.” It wasn’t until Micah promised that she moved once more. The last thing she wanted to do right now was leave him again and if she could have she would have stayed awake to avoid the possibility but with every inch the sun shifted in the sky her energy depleted until no matter how much she fought against it, eventually her eyes rolled shut as she curled into her husband’s side.

Micah wasn’t surprised when Vel made him promise to make sure to wake her up if she didn’t do so on her own. Being asleep for as long as she had been….well, it was no wonder, really. She’d missed so much. The world had gone to **** in the literal years she had been asleep. Not that there had been anything that she could have done to stop it but she could have at least maybe made things just a little bit more difficult for the responsible party. One thing he did know - Every would have died by Vel’s bullet, and he would not have stopped it. And it wouldn’t have just been Every. It would have been every single vampire or human that had had a hand in it.

Sleep came easy to him. Easier than it had come in a really long time. When he woke up the following night, Micah was confused at first. There was a weight half draped over him. He turned his head and saw Vel sleeping peacefully and it all came rushing back. He was worried when he first opened his eyes that he might have dreamt the whole thing and was prepared to be disappointed, but that wasn’t the case. Seconds after he woke, so did she and it was the most beautiful sight in the world. It hadn’t been his imagination after all. His wife was awake and at his side, where she belonged once more.

They decided to head back to the Realm only this time, they took the sewers. The came across a few sleeping vampires, a bunch of rats and little to kill that posed a challenge to either one of them. It was disappointing. Either they had gotten too strong, or the things that might have been challenging had turned tail and got the **** out of Dodge when it all went to hell in a handbasket. Either way, the consequences of the actions of others were far reaching, and they were seeing it first hand. It was incredibly disappointing.

The realm was empty when they got there. Before they’d left the Eyrie, he’d taken the time to read the CrowNet and saw the post she’d made at some point when he hadn’t been paying attention. He hadn’t failed to notice that Every had responded. No one else had yet, but it hadn’t been that long. He wondered how this was going to go. Would his childe walk away unscathed, or would she walk away full of bullets? Time would tell. But she still had to show, so until then, he’d just sit back and watch it all unfold.

It hadn’t come as a surprise that Velveteen had seemed to have stirred once again. The Administrator’s reappearance had almost beckoned to some of those in the past to the quiet, desolate nights of Harper Rock. The town had changed, but it had developed in other ways, and it had thrived despite the immediate panic that had taken the streets over a year previously. A rumor of the government dropping a bomb had been filtering out from the beginning, but there had never been any movement regarding it. Truthfully, Every suspected that if they would, the military wouldn’t give any notice. There would be no evacuation, no chance to allow the undead to escape such a catastrophic event. In addition to that, they wouldn’t have increased the presence that they had - there wouldn’t be bodies on the streets, trying to take back their town.

She couldn’t tell if the rift was still expanding, but patrols were done frequent enough to deal with whatever came towards the edges of the borders to deal with the zombies. Her shadowed doppelganger often followed the soldiers, their movements marked along a copy of a paper map of the town to keep track of it all with a copy of it kept on a thumb drive that could attach to her phone if needed for quick editing. The copy wasn’t alone, she had been busy over the year. The bullets didn’t phase her, they didn’t stop her. It was instinctive at that point, returning fire without thought. Often enough, she’d give a heads up to keep Micah in the loop, but she didn’t see the point in asking for help.

Every was well aware of the consequences of her actions, of trying to protect Freyja and allowing Locryn to aid Amalea rather than shutting it down. She was primarily perturbed about the fact that she and Caligrace, one whom hadn’t even been there in the throne room, seemed to be the only ones capable of dealing with it, but she’d gotten over it sometime ago. Her story had never changed, her honesty had remained in place and she’d learned more than she’d bargained for.

And despite it all, she hadn’t left Harper Rock.

She’d run straight into the chaos she’d helped create, fighting.

The dark strands that fell over her face had Every brushing them away from her face as she left the Wickbridge station, heading for the former Quarantine Zone. “The Realm, huh? Haven’t been there in a while.” It didn’t take her long once she was in the sewers to make her way towards the false wall that would lead her inside. Only when she set her hand against the dark wall and pushed it forward did she speak to the woman that had been following her for sometime. She glanced over her shoulder towards the redhead’s direction, her hazel eyes showing her amusement.

“I don’t know if Luca will follow, but I mentioned his grandsires will be there. Hopefully, if he’s stalking me, too, I wouldn’t make him a few blocks back, Caligrace.” Still, her presence caused the shadow’s lips to twitch into a half smile before she pressed forward and held it open, beckoning the woman that she’d grown fond of to follow her further. As her sires came into view, Every came to a stop and set her hands into her pockets. "Micah, Vel. It's been a while." She greeted, her tone courteous and soft, unlike the one they'd grown to know short of telepathic responses.

The air chilled as she stepped from the train, her hands lifting to smooth through her fire curls. It might have been in her mind, but she swore she could feel the danger thicken around her, like invisible chains wrapping around her slender throat. Closing her eyes, she took a second to center herself, ignoring the bodies that swarmed around her as others debarked from the transit. Instead, she focused on settling the racing of her heart, her fingers gathering her hair into a high ponytail. With a sigh, she pulled the tie from around her wrist and secured the messy tresses, only bothering to open her eyes when she was certain she was alone. Or, as alone as she could be when she was quite literally stalking her mentor into the sewers. Damn, girl.

It wasn’t often that she found herself following the shadow, attempting to stay out sight. In fact, it was often the other way around, Every ensuring that she made it to her destination without finding trouble. Tonight, however, was different. Tonight, the woman she had come to respect and admire was stepping into the ring of fire without batting a lash. Running her tongue along her teeth, she relaxed her shoulders, her hands dipping into the comfort of her jacket pockets. A voice in the back of her mind told her that she wasn’t as cunning as she had hoped to be, and she tried to silence it as she stepped off the curb and crossed the street, doing what she could to avoid the glow of the lamps above her head. Her steps slow, she took a moment to check that her weapons were secure, something that a year ago, would have never crossed her mind.

Her fingers ran against the grip of one of her handguns, finding comfort in the smooth metal beneath her skin. Those were the most noticeable, especially when she moved her arms, allowing her jacket to fall open to reveal the simple emerald tank she wore beneath. She hadn’t dressed for glamour, but for comfort. The black of her leggings clung to her form, disappearing into the simple black combat boots she’d recently stolen from Every’s closet. They were scruffed and well worn, fitting her with a comfort that her heels often left her missing. The rest of her weapons were hidden somewhere on her person and always within perfect range for her grasp. The only article of clothing that didn’t fit her perfectly or cling to her body like a second skin was her jacket, hanging loose around her form, nearly swallowing her with its size.

She had barely made down the rusted ladder when the woman’s voice caught her off guard. I really wasn’t as stealthy as I would have liked, then. Centering herself quickly, she flashed her that killer smile as a single brow lifted. “He might. If he is, he should teach me how to become one with the shadows, because he’s a master at such a young age. You knew I wasn’t going to let you venture out into potential shark infested waters alone, didn’t you?” Her voice was pitched low, nearly a whisper, as she picked up the pace to a near jog. Once she had covered the distance between them, she swept her hand across her ponytail, brushing it from over her shoulder. “I really hate sewers,” she sighed, the comment not one that needed an answer. Despite that dark, unknown feeling that had only managed to sink further into her bones, she fell into step behind Every, following her inside.

Her plan was simple.

She wouldn’t speak unless spoken to. She wouldn’t pull her weapon without need. She would react, not act. It seemed like it would easy, but the further the walked within the damp walls, the more she began to doubt every single minute detail of her flawless plan. Already, she could feel the anxiety swell within her chest, and it was then she realized that she had left her tin at home. She hadn’t needed them in such a long time, it hadn’t crossed her mind that tonight might be the night that she actually needed to dull her senses. Groaning quietly, she ran her fingers across her temple, and took a calming, unneeded breath. She could do this, she knew she could. She wasn’t her sire, she wasn’t the same scared, confused and lost girl that she was a year ago.

She was strong, she was trained, and she was in control.

Tapping her nails against her thighs, she swept her gaze through the darkness, trying to take note of her surroundings. Every detail was catalogued within her memory. This wasn’t what she expected - this wasn’t what she expected at all. However, Every seemed to be at home here, and she took a moment to pull comfort from that fact. That comfort was fleeting, though, because the moment her gaze landed on the others within the room, she felt all of the blood drain from her face. Of course he would be here, Caligrace. How did you not realize that? The voice in her mind mocked as her gaze landed directly on the giant of a man who, quite honestly, terrified her. His wife wasn’t much better in terms of intimidation, but she knew very little of the woman, having only heard her by name. Through the fear, was respect. Respect in what she had heard of them and what they had done prior.

That respect, of course, wasn’t enough to stop her from hating the way Every had been treated. The truth had been there for everyone to see if they had taken the time, and she had long since paid the price for her actions, and still, she was suffering. Of course, she handled it with a grin. It didn’t seem to phase her, and she had come so far since the throne room. How could no one see the strength in her? The truth, the pride she had in the life she was building for herself? None of this was spoken about her friend, however, and it took her a moment to even realize that she needed to offer a greeting of her own. Offering a smile that lacked allure and charm, making it honest - making it real - she stayed at Every’s side, arms crossed over her stomach.

After committing the directions to memory, Alexandrea left her office and headed to Harry's. The old cop kept a copy of every edition of the local newspapers, much to his wife's dismay.

Harry wasn't really a hoarder, his wife just liked to keep a clean house. Extremely clean... it felt like being in a hospital while she was there and long after she left, the bundle of papers she had chosen still carried the smell of disinfectants.
Alex didn't feel just her telling Velveteen... or anyone... about all the recent events would be objective enough, not that the 'news' these days was much better. She'd assured Sally, Harry's wife, that all the papers would be safely returned only to be told that she had better not even try to bring them back.

Deciding not to change out of her work clothes, just wearing a simple dark navy pantsuit that allowed plenty of movement and had lots of pockets. A part of her was convinced it was all just a trap anyways and she would end up having to fight her way out anyway. But she told herself it was just paranoia and to get over it already. She still had her usual collection of blades and a gun or two on her at least. Some habits never go away and the Allurist had learned to stay prepared at all times.

Alexandrea chose to run to the morgue, there was never any parking on that block, and almost lost half of her stack as she came to a sudden stop. "I should have just gotten digital copies!" she groaned... the blonde really hated to appear stupid but maybe they would consider that it was the thought that counts? It was too late now, at any rate... she was already there.

Quietly the small woman made her way inside, finding the elevator with ease... the directions had been exact. Soon enough she was through the door and down a short hall, where she stood with a stack of old newspapers and a friendly grin... anxious to see what would happen.

The pair wound their way through the many tunnels beneath the city in relative silence. Micah had never been a big talker and that suited Vel just fone. Sometimes she did more than enough talking for the both of them but tonight it seemed that the silence was more fitting. Even the sewers themselves seemed foreboding in the silence. The lack of presence down there as compared to the past was unnerving. Occasionally they happened across another vampire though they would retreat into the shadows before the couple neared as if to not be seen or noticed. Even the rats that were at one time almost overpopulating the dank, dark corridors.

Vel had no idea if anyone would show or even if anything they had to share would be of any use but it was time to face the situation head on. She had retreated once, knowing full well that things could and would only get worse but their hands had been tied. They couldn’t change a damned thing on their own as hard as the entire faction tried. In fact, in a way their very presence seemed to exacerbate the problem. Anything Tytonidae did, said, or attempted to do was met with nothing but resistance. Vampires, even against their better judgement, would sooner throw themselves head long into the fire rather than be seen to support, confirm or even agree with anything associated to Ty and now that fire raged out of control claiming victims left and right.

The sounds of their footfalls , whilst soft and cushioned by moss and fungi still echoed ahead signalling the vast emptiness ahead. An emptiness that seemed to grow within her with every step. She was but one after all, and even with Micah at her side they were still only two. Two against years of mistakes, wrong doing and shitty decisions. It was a lot and she didn’t even have a single idea as yet where to start or even what they could affect in the larger picture. That still remained to be seen but until she was certain that all was lost then was willing to give it a gold old fashioned go.

“You know…” She started, breaking the silence. “I was serious about leaving and rebuilding elsewhere if all is lost here. Create our own place. Start again and leave this place to rot in its own mess.” She waved her hand ahead of her to indicate the entirety of Harper Rock and all of those above before lowering it to lace her fingers through is. “I have missed you so damned much.”

The Realm was still empty when they arrived and Vel pulled one of the draped sheets from a couch to flop down on it. The memories made her sad. Thoughts of the future weren’t much better but for the moment she was glad to be back. It felt right. She threw her booted feet up on the small table and made herself comfortable for the wait. Which wasn’t to be as long as she had expected.

Two females entered and Vel recognised neither though that didn’t mean that she had not met them at some point in the past, perhaps even killed them but there seemed to be a sense of familiarity in the words spoken. Velveteen narrowed her silver gaze automatically going on the defensive. Some habits died hard. She shot to her feet though resisted going for weapons, after all she had sent out an open invitation. Before she could otherwise respond Micah held his hand out as if to stop her. “It’s Eve, baby.” He said. “And Caligrace, Freyja’s childe. Remember?”

Velveteen stopped and looked at the first woman ready to do an appraisal but if Micah said it was Eve then she believed him. She had a very, very vague recollection of a Frejya but This person didn’t look familiar to her in the slightest. “Eve?” She finally said absorbing the information and taking her seat once more and nodding at her stechilde’s companion with a small smile. “Come. Take a seat.” She offered waving at the empty couch space. Before any further conversation could even begin another joined them. One Vel had no problem recognising. A grin curled her red lips as she watched the blonde for a moment and memories of hunting her night after night returned. “Alexandrea. Come in. Have we ever had a conversation where I wasn’t wanting to shoot you?” Vel asked, her question earnest yet light with amusement. She stood to help the woman with the armful of paper she was carrying, curious as to what would be found between the pages.

For the briefest moment Vel stopped and looked back toward the entrance where Alex had come from. She thought she sensed another but saw no one. If some else had joined them perhaps they were not ready to be known or were simply curious. Either way Vel let it go for now. “Thank you all for coming. We need to know….everything.” She turned her gaze on Eve and let it linger for a little longer. “At least everything we don’t already know.” Micah was right, Eve had fucked up. Everyone knew it but he was also right about her not being the only one ever to make such mistakes. It had reached a point where it no longer mattered who, when and how, the most important thing now was what were they going to or what could they do about it.

The silence that settled over the pair wasn’t awkward. It never was. Vel and Micah could have an entire conversation without saying a word, verbally or mentally. He could read her like a book. The way she tilted her head, the flash of emotion in her eyes or even the way she stood told a story that only he could read. She could do the same in regards to him. Micah never gave too much away, but his wife had learned to read the subtle signs. It was a handy skill to have.

A brief smile appeared on his face. “I’ve considered that. Just….” he waved a hand. “Packing it all up, and you, and heading down to the farm. Bunny and Scott could drive us there. Build a big fence around the entire property to keep the humans out and live out our eternity just the two of us. **** this place and everyone in it.” The years in the hellhole that was now Harper Rock had made him bitter. The only person he truly gave a **** about was Vel. Of course he held a certain amount of affection for those he had sired, but that paled in comparison to her. Not even his daughter could compete. His expression hardened briefly at the thought of Zoey Jane before he pushed thoughts of her away. Now wasn’t the time to dwell on that minefield.

Two females entered. He recognized them immediately. Every. His childe had changed. He wasn’t sure how or why but at least he recognized her now. As his eyes landed on her companion, his lip curled in a half snarl. ******* Caligrace. His hand actually drifted to his hip where Eternity rested, nestled snugly against his leg. No. He would not shoot her. Not only would it piss Eve off, it might keep Vel from getting the answers that she sought. He would forget, for the time being, that she was a red headed devil of an allurist. Besides. He had an eternity. “It’s Every and Caligrace, babe,” he supplied helpfully when Vel didn’t seem to recognize either one of them, going further as to explain who the demon seed’s sire was. Red heads. Micah actually shuddered. ******* devils.

A blonde entered next, one Vel recognized immediately. As she should. Alexandrea had been a target of Tytonidae more times than he could count. Maybe a night had been spent hunting her. Those were the good old days. He’d be a liar if he said he didn’t miss those days. Back then everything wasn’t quite so complicated, not like it was now. He offered a simple nod in the blonde’s direction as a greeting. He wasn’t a man of many words, and most knew that.

His attention left Alexandrea and was drawn to the entrance where she’d came in through. He thought he saw something but after staring at nothing for several long minutes, no one appeared and the movement did come again, so he brushed it off as his imagination. It wouldn’t be the first time his mind had play tricks on him. Vel started speaking, so he turned his attention to her. This was her show and Micah was hopeful that she was able to get the answers that she was looking for.