“What took you so long?” Theron demanded.
“I’m an old lady. This body doesn’t move like it used to,” Clara sassed back. She sounded more confident than before, and I didn’t understand how she could face Theron like that. Somehow she knew who it was, and even though she was human and had no unordinary powers, she was bravely facing someone she knew was actively trying to kill me.
Theron clicked his tongue. “Where is her room key?”
I hear Clara put something on the counter. “Here. Do me a favor and don’t leave any blood. I don’t want any police getting involved.”
I hated not seeing what was happening. Was Clara giving Theron a fake key to distract him so I could escape? I wanted to look around the corner to see the actions and body expressions of the two of them, but Clara’s effort would
