Benjamin watched Steph leave. Why was she sorry for being like that? He had seen the changes in her body language; her posture, the way she held her head, the movements of her tail, the way she turned away from him before speaking. It looked to him she was affected more by this than she wanted to admit. He thought about her as he walked back to the mansion too.
An agent walked through the corridor when he noticed Steph. "He may not be in his room," he said when he noticed she had knocked on the door. "The last place I saw him was in the library." After he passed her he muttered under his breath: "What does that demon even want from him?"
Mike was in the library, walking between the bookcases as he scanned the titles of the books.
Mr. Johnson looked at his guest; apparently he had guessed his true motive. But he didn't have proof of that, so he wouldn't freely admit that. Not yet anyway.
He narrowed his eyes at the mention of the whispers. "What whispers?" he asked. While there was a possibility this man was just insane, suffering from auditory hallucinations or voices in their head. However, he had seen enough paranormal things to keep an open mind, and the way this man spoke didn't give him the idea this man was insane.
"So, they are fallen angels then?" Morrison asked as he continued to the car. He unlocked the door and gestured to Jase to open the door at the passenger side. They would have to lower the back of the seat so Carl could lie back and they could properly secure him there, which wasn't the case on the backseat.
An agent walked through the corridor when he noticed Steph. "He may not be in his room," he said when he noticed she had knocked on the door. "The last place I saw him was in the library." After he passed her he muttered under his breath: "What does that demon even want from him?"
Mike was in the library, walking between the bookcases as he scanned the titles of the books.
Mr. Johnson looked at his guest; apparently he had guessed his true motive. But he didn't have proof of that, so he wouldn't freely admit that. Not yet anyway.
He narrowed his eyes at the mention of the whispers. "What whispers?" he asked. While there was a possibility this man was just insane, suffering from auditory hallucinations or voices in their head. However, he had seen enough paranormal things to keep an open mind, and the way this man spoke didn't give him the idea this man was insane.
"So, they are fallen angels then?" Morrison asked as he continued to the car. He unlocked the door and gestured to Jase to open the door at the passenger side. They would have to lower the back of the seat so Carl could lie back and they could properly secure him there, which wasn't the case on the backseat.