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Post by Rowan MacDonnough on Mar 14, 2018 22:48:30 GMT
He didn’t wait even a moment. No knock. No pathetic mewling to see if he could come in. He just pushed the door open and walked into her room. She was where he had left her, leaning over in the chair like a stoned kitten. No mask on but he didn’t fear her face, not like they did. He knew her.
“Was that you?” He demanded.
“Given the hour Dean should be in bed.” She waved him off like he was of no concern to her.
“Answer the question, Abaddon.”
She opened her eyes and gave him that steely glance as she looked at him. “Leviathan.”
“Did you release that video package?” He demanded again.
“I am too injured to have done much of anything.” She replied with a neutral face, but she was wanting him to admit something. He could feel it in the space between himself and the boy. "But then... you'd know all about that, wouldn't you?"
“Your vessel is weak. I do what I have to do to keep this afloat.”
“I am sure you do.”
“Did you release it?” She couldn’t have. He had been meticulous.
“Dean is a good boy. A prize.”
He narrowed his eyes. "Are you... threatening me, Abbaddon?”
“Stating a fact.” She closed her eyes. “Now. Leave me.”
He gritted his teeth, exiting the room. He could feel the boy stirring and it would not do to have him elsewhere then where he remembered them being.
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