“Do not worry, my pet. Soon enough you shall be back where you belong, and we will move forward with our plans.” “Who is we?” she asked, trying to hide her shortness of breath. He leaned down and whispered into her ear as that hand slid along her throat, down the front of the plunging neckline of her dress. “When you learn who had your mother killed, then you will know the answer to that.” Then he was gone.
Callan?
