Entertainment | Marquis De Gramont

All Knowing

How do you all know me?" She grits out as they struggle. He looks at her with sympathy.

"I think deep deep down, you know." He says, before pushing her away, and running off with his men.

She doesn't struggle out of confusion, as he and his men still make no move to harm her. She enters the kitchen alone, finding Caine there, sitting down and eating ramen?

"What's the connection between you all?" She asks as she herself settles in front of him.

"Think about it, little one. Why are we here? Why did I bring you?" He forces her to ponder, slurping his noodles. She sighs, rubbing her face.

Nova tries to intervene on the commotion making  its way right past them, and Caine grabs her hand, signaling her to stay. She does so, only because she's frozen in shock, in revelation.

"No," She whispers.

"Yes."

"HIM?" She stumbles backward, and Caine tries to stop her, calling her name.

Novalie somehow manages to get out of the kitchen. In a  frenzy but still aware, she makes her way upstairs finding herself on a landing, the floor she's on wraps around a lower empty floor.

Glass paintings and random glowing squares are littered around the place below. She leans against the rail, out of breath, confused, angry, sad, desperate.

She undoes the velcro on her hip, fishing her phone out of the deep pocket. She's panicking, she can't breathe. Sliding down to sit with her knees against her chest, she tries her best to focus on her contact list, but a hand stops her.

Startled, she looks up at a concerned Chidi. His phone against his free ear.

"Yes sir, I found her." He looks around them and then back at her.

"Physically, she is uninjured." He says, waiting a moment before putting the phone up to an unmoving Novalie.

"Did you know?" She asks through small gasps.

"Not until this morning." He confesses, closing his eyes in frustration, unsure if she would forgive him for not telling her right away.

His mind drifts to the memory of him promising to find out how they're all connected to her. He had traveled to The Ruska Roma to take her file.

Of course, the new leader had no knowledge of why The Director had kept her file in with the deceased members, presuming it was a filing mistake, she didn't know the contents.

The Director never made mistakes.

As Vincent opened the file, sitting in his plane on the way to Paris to wait for his love to return, he immediately snaps it shut, he'd read all he needed to.

"Oh." Her voice shakes. "At least we know for sure I'm' really not in any danger." Is all she says.

She's hurt, but not because of him. He sighs in relief.

"I want you home, now." He demands.