Luke took in a sharp breath. "What… are we talking about, exactly? Why would they…? Oh, God… That can't be right…"
Gregory sighed in resignation. "It looks like I need to contact them directly. I can't even find anything useful in your mind. How long has she been staying with you?"
"…My sister talked to fishes when she was younger." Luke dropped the gun back into the drawer. He then covered his face with both hands. "She might as well be something else. A merfolk princess, huh? That suits her…
"So… Keith is with her now?" Luke went back to his previous stoic stance, even back to fiddling with the gun out of sight. "Her body vanished when the cemetery flooded long ago. So they took her before… and then took him now. Heh… What do you people want from me, then? Are you asking for my permission or for me to cease existing?"
The witch crossed his arms on his chest. "Do you think Claude Lavallee will keep a business relationship with someone so vile?"
