Back at Mary's cottage, Mary sat in a chair with a frown as she watched her brother pace back and forth in the living room. The sound of his footsteps echoed in the otherwise quiet room. The clock on the wall ticked away, the second hand clicking steadily forward. He had been doing this for over five minutes since the Aurora left.
Getting upset by his act, "What are you doing?" Mary asked, her voice filled with frustration.
Her brother paused in his pacing and looked at her, his expression grim. "I am not buying it," he said, with a hint of disdain in his voice.
Mary's brow furrowed as she stared at him in confusion. "Buying what?" she asked.
Azrael's gaze remained intense. "That man," he said, and Mary was able to piece the rest together.
"You mean the man Aurora claims to be her friend?" she asked, aghast. "You think he was lying?" she said.
