Chapter Two.

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A few days had passed since Missalea’s explanation of activities and Lani had not received any further contact from him. It was slightly reassuring but at the same time she wished she could talk more about what was happening. No one would talk to her anymore, not since the tattoos had made an appearance. Even her friends had been trying to keep their distance. She was very lucky that she only worked as a cleaner or she may very well have been fired as well.

It was very lonely. Lani hated being alone. It was even worse now because every time she saw a shadow, fear gripped her. When the sun went down she would curl in her bed without leaving until the morning came. All she could do was wait for Missalea to return.

That night as she was lying in her bed, the tired feeling gripped her and excitement flowed through her body. She eagerly allowed it to drag her into a slumber and then suddenly, Missalea was standing in front of her.

“Hello.” He said with a grin.

Where have you been? Do you have any idea what I have been through?” Lani stated, trying to be mad but returning his grin regardless.

“I’m inside your mind Lani; of course I know what you’ve been through. As soon as I made the connection, your thoughts flowed into me.”

“Wait… so you know what I am thinking right now?” Her mouth dropped open in shame. That means he would know all the thoughts of him being handsome that she had had.

“No, I severed that connection. I am just here now, not emerged in your thoughts.” He replied with a laugh.”

Lani let out a sigh of relief. That could have been a little awkward.

“So, what have you been doing?” She asked him, genuinely curious as to what a spirit does when he isn’t bringing horrible news to people.

“Trying to determine how and where the Nocturne are taking souls.” He replied coolly.

“You speak way too calmly about this whole situation Missalea.” Lani said, for the first time taking in her surroundings. They were in some sort of ancient city.

“Where are we?”

“Oh, Ancient Greece.” Missalea grinned, jumping into the air and floating.

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