Nefretiri
"So, how bad is this?" Ivan took a seat after we'd shut the door. I walked over to the desk, intending to sit on the corner, but Ivan grabbed me and pulled me into his lap. "Did you find anything?"
"I found it all." Vince pulled out his phone and tapped on the screen several times before sliding it across the desk. "This has to be our priority, Ivan. We'll see more trouble if we don't handle it soon."
"I do not like the sound of that." Luke sat beside Steven, who was watching Taylor rocking Eric to sleep.
"Are we dealing with a cult?" Brandon leaned forward on the couch, and I could see how tired he was. Had he slept or eaten properly through all of this? Unfortunately, none of us have really done much of those things, so probably not.
"I don't know what to call it." Then, rubbing his face, Vince leaned back in the seat. "It sounds like one, but it's not. At least, not in the way you'd think of it. Honestly, that's not what worries me. Take a look at those pictures."
