Abram said. Sadness filled his bright blue eyes, and he cleared his throat. “I followed him to your city, so here I am. Luckily, the Apotheosis felt bad for me, so they let me stay and appointed a stand-in until I returned.” “I’m sorry,” Isabelle said. “I didn’t know.” She had the feeling he didn’t want to discuss his cousin’s death any further. She’d never been great in these situations, so she changed the tone of the conversation. “Well, he’s dead. So you can go back now.” Her words came out harsher then she intended. “And leave you…not a chance. You’re stuck with me now.” Abram smiled, not seeming to care about her insensitive response – probably because he knew his presence would annoy the crap out of her. Jared’s cell rang. He held up his hand and excused himself from the conversation. “For your first Daychild kill, you did well. I especially liked the Hulk Hogan move you pulled out at the end.” Isabelle laughed. She remembered thinking the same thing when she used her elbow and tiny body to slam Emanuel to the ground.
