A tall figure in an all-black hoodie walked toward Horas and Howard. Her mask hid her facial features but the way she walked was dangerous.
Even if Horas had not been trained to study body language to come to an extent, he doubted that he would have missed the memo of this person being a highly trained killer.
“Are you the owner of this house? I was waiting for you for quite some time. Do you have a minute to talk with me?”
Horas tried not to stiffen up at the familiar voice speaking to him. Reed still sounded the same, even after 11 years of growing up and Horas recognized her in a sec. On the other hand, it did not seem like Reed had recognized him.
Currently, she was focused on Howard Spencer and looked him up and down. Her gaze was lazy but filled with interest. Howard had not realized it, but he was being scouted by Reed right now.