Come and meet me.
Come and meet me.
Come and meet me.
Come and meet me.
Belladonna.
The noises and the airy whispers became annoying as Bell surfed through the conversation. She was entirely focused on the voices and there was no way she would not know who the voice belonged.
It was Granny Sierra's voice. Loathing and yet inviting, annoyed and irritated ; it was a heavy mixture of whatever feelings Bella could pick and recognize.
It was surprising. Surprising that Granny Sierra and Rachel D'Azure, both felt like some kinds of demons in disguise. Ghosts who had come to haunt Bella for the stone.
"Looking at their attitudes, it feels like this is a really priceless thing." Bella mumbled as she finally halted her question answer session with Gordon.
