Delilah had gone somewhere with Katarina and Selare, leaving me to the company of Claudette and Jean-Louis Bordeaux. It had been near an hour and a half that we'd been sitting in the living room speaking of what had happened to me last night.
Had it really only been last night?
"Thank you for trusting us with your story," the model said, wiping tears from the corners of her eyes. "I can't imagine how terrified you must've been."
"In the meantime, we advise that you relocate to France temporarily," her husband added. He was an artist but apparently that was a cover of sorts. They were posing as normal people, hiding in the spotlight, but they were actually agents at some sort of top secret organisation.
This felt surreal.
"We can protect you better here than we could if you were in New York." Claudette nodded. "Just until the worst washes over. I imagine even if they knew where you were, they wouldn't dare to step foot in the country."
