Chapter 7

Abigail hears the doorbell. She had been lying on the sofa with her

head back in an attempt to stop the nosebleed. Her eyes flutter open and she

feels groggy. She slowly gets up, dropping the tissue that she was using as a

tourniquet. "Crap." Abigail says with a sigh. She walks to the door, ignoring

the tissue and lazily swings the door open. "What do you want?" she asks.

Before her stands a large man in a suit that fits his frame like a

second skin. She snaps her head up to look at his face. She notices the dimple

on his neatly shaven chin, perfect eyebrows and how his suit is tailored to

precision. "Hello handsome." Abigail says with a cheeky smile. Their eyes meet

and a shiver runs down her spine. His

eyes seem to bore into hers and she feels like she wants to shrink away from

him. "He knows who you are Abigail Lee." The man says. Alarm bells go off in

Abigail's head and she takes a step back. "You stole His dust, and to dust you will

return." He says dramatically full of malice. "Who is that at the door,

Abigail." Audrey asks as she walks into the room. The man looks between the two

identical women before him. He grabs Abigail and makes a run for it. "Audrey!"