Chapter 23

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"Oh, nice to see I have some visitors

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"Oh, nice to see I have some visitors." Diana says.

Diana.

Cole.

What in the world. I back up a considerable amount as her eyes don't seem to notice me yet.

I reach down the ground and pick up a stick about as thick as my arm, holding it above my head as I wait for her to see me.

Her eyes lock with mine and they widen a bit when she sees I'm holding a branch that I'm about to attack her with.

"Oops. You brought a subject. I should probably change out of this then, shouldn't I?" Diana asks as I continue to hold the stick up threateningly at the female devil in disguise.

"Might be a good idea considering she's going to start beating you in about, oh 6 seconds at most." Nick says as Talia looks over her shoulder and tries to grab the stick from me.

Oh, I'm not letting go of my only weapon that easily.

But I freeze and loosen the stick when I see what's happening in front of me, giving Talia the perfect opportunity to grab it from me.

Because suddenly the same thing that happened to Harper and Hannah starts happening to her.

Her eyes change to a dark grey, her hair to a lighter shade of grey. She shrinks a bit, going down to a stout 5'2.

I should be surprised, I really should. But I'm not. I've already seen so much in FCW and this is just another weird, creepy thing.

Rubbing my hand over my forehead, I step closer to this unknown person who just changed in front of my eyes.

Her eyes widen. "Athena Traile."

"Why does everybody know my name?" I mutter to myself.

The woman glances at Talia in an anxious sort of way.

"We have a dead body for you. I hear you like that crap." I say, honestly really annoyed that I'm even here.

The woman stares at me than turns her attention back to Nick and Talia.

"Bring in the body. We need to talk."

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I was sitting on the couch with Nick because apparently we're not allowed to be a part of a secret conversation going on between Talia and the other lady.

"What's her name?" I ask him.

"Kierra."

"How old is she?"

"40 something."

I nod my head, satisfied with the information I just received.

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