★Noah★
I felt her coming. Marcia’s anger was inevitable, but I simply waited. The door slammed, and then her footsteps sounded loud as she stomped into the living room.
“What is going on here, Noah?!” Marcia demanded as she threw herself onto the couch. The sharpness of her voice irritated me.
“Sister mine, try to be a bit more specific,” I said slowly as I picked up my wine glass and drained the contents.
“You heard her. She is having premonitions, Noah. She just doesn’t know how it works and what it means,” she said, and I sighed. “This isn’t a game, Noah. We need to speak to Eloise immediately,”
“I have already done that, sister mine,”
“And?”
“And…Eloise shared a piece of information with me that…well, shall I say, it was quite a surprise. You see…Anastasia isn’t her niece. She
