❝ And who exactly are YOU ? ❞ Miss Venable arched a thin , penciled in brow - cane dragging along the wooden floor of the outpost . Her dark attire was only slightly illuminated by the candles and dim lighting from the bulbs above . those bulbs had been through hell and back , or so she’s heard .
The newcomer need not an introduction , she already received orders from the cooperative and everything she needed to know about him . She received the list .
As to why Michael let him in ? That was a different story .
As of right now , this was still Wilhemina’s outpost , and she’d be damned to all hell if this ( seemingly useless ) male was allowed into the outpost OR sanctuary.