Neilia remained quiet as she sipped her chilled soda, ignoring Lydon for a while.
He stared at her as he furrowed his eyebrows. "Wait, don't tell me they have a connection? That's impossible, Neilia." He chuckled. "What happened to Illinois, Chicago, Phoenix, Philadelphia? Come on, there is absolutely no way he would come all the way down to Houston, in a place like this, not even mapped out, a small city or should I call it a little village rumored to be a cursed place." He said as he rolled his eyes in disbelief as he looked at Neilia.
"Well, Calvin Truman is still alive. And that is why I brought you here. Do you think he isn't aware that George is dead? Huh?" She scowled as she rolled her eyes. "But then, he is aware that fighting at this point is useless because he will only end up
