The mere utterance of those syllables were enough to exacerbate her alarm. “Police? Non—they cannot know. They are linked to them,” Fleurette shot back relentlessly; eyes that could not see vacant to a face so aghast by the situation. She initially flinched at the prospect of touch; though the sincerity it was governed by elicited a more calm response from the (now) former experiment. “The—the government, monsieur! That is who. They will take me back to that H-Hell on Earth if they find me.”
Fear was the foundation of all things; and the strange albino was wholly governed by it at this time.
She was shivering and not making sense and Kyce knew he needed to let her inside. The Madame would be out for the weekend with her new boyfriend who seemed to have already moved in despite Kyce never recalling hauling up any of the man’s things. In any case, the penthouse was empty. Maybe the comforts would ease her mind. Besides that, Jakes was probably back in town, which meant it was no place for a lady.
“Come with me. I’ll keep you out of trouble, okay? Come inside.” He shed his doorman’s jacket and placed it around her shoulders, then opened the looming glass door, exposing the warmth and golden light that awaited her.