"Jean, I can smell your sweat and fear. One of them is ruining my appetite. Why did you run to the side of the road and not to your car where you might've had a better chance of escaping? You were so desperate to have Charles pick one of your daughters for my boyfriend that you helped him create half-bloods. That's a little extreme," Abigail yelled out in a field where there were hay barrels rolled out.
Jean hid behind one of them waiting for the moment where he could get the best of her without being touched by the fallen sword. He calmed his breathing and slowed his heartbeat so she wouldn't hear him. He couldn't do anything about her being able to smell how much he was sweating. Watching how easily she took out John made him scared for his life but he was determined not to die by her hand.
