Bron’s POV
“Veronica! She wasn’t there.”
Strange. She isn’t answering. Her ever-present presence seems...well, not present.
“Veronica!” My voice echoes through the empty bungalow.
As I come around the corner between the kitchen and living room, I see that I am indeed not alone. The dark silhouette of a woman stands facing me.
“Veronica?” I say again to no reply. She just stands and stares.
Well, what the f*ck is she up to with this stupid game? She is so ridiculous sometimes. Even more so with the carrying of the immortal child in her womb, or so it seems. I can hardly stand her antics. In fact, no, I will not put up with this. I am not in good humor as of right now.
Veronica can go to Hell.
“VERONICA! STOP THIS IMMEDIATELY!” I yell, my voice is thunderous with rage, suddenly.
I want to knock her block off, but of course, I can’t and won’t. She’s a lady, I think.