She did not fear him in the least, and Darrien had no doubt the woman knew what the beastie was capable of doing. She didn't run, but came back to the museum to face him and demanded answers on top of all of it. She claimed he would not hurt her, but still she gambled with her life. "Perhaps you are correct, but I would not be so smug with your assumption. I would do all I could to keep my Callista safe, but I am also cursed." He waved his hand around the room in a full sweep to emphasize the many artifacts in the museum, and that he was one of them. He watched her expression as her gaze took it all in. There were chairs of various sizes and shapes; curio cabinets, some decorated with symbols, some with items on the shelves, some with none. Dolls with beautiful curls and pristine dresses stood at attention, while some were hideous with clothes that were blackened, as if someone had tried to burn them but hadn't succeeded. There were books stacked in one corner, and clocks of various sizes ranging from alarm clock size to Grandfather size in another… Of course, he knew she'd seen all of it when she broke in, but not when the overhead lights were turned on to highlight the objects with an eerie glow.
