"And that brings about Yashin's Star Apocalypse nonsense; he believes only stars come here for retribution or stuff."
"That's true, Heather, the only people we've encountered have all been celebrities."
"All except Nightshade,"
Two pairs of eyes turned to Roman. "Well?"
"I'm an actor- was an actor,"
The smirk on Yashin's lips broadened, showing a low grin as he leaned his head to Heather. "See Heather, I've got-"
Boom!
The tiny house suddenly rumbles, vibrating furiously as metals fall off the tiny cupboard hung on the wall.
A Gleam of alarm rang on their faces except Roman whose face held surprise. What was happening?
"They followed us here, but how?" Heather paced the room with her fingers digging her strands; She's getting bald in no time, Roman thought.
"They caught his scent as we walked in; he wore no fragrance," Killian's eyes unfurled and he seemed unfazed while looking at Roman.
