“She’s tenacious, I’ll give her that.” Kharon removed his eyes from the book that he’d been reading to glare over the top at the colorless form of his youngest brother, appearing to the untrained eye as a child of little more than ten dressed carelessly in a set of crookedly buttoned white pajamas that stood in front of his desk. “Why haven’t you done anything about her?”
“Kennina Lane is not a true threat to us, regardless of her abilities and as-of-yet-unrecognized potential.” He replied, turning the page in a manner meant as languid and cavalier while inwardly he seethed in annoyance at his siblings continued stare. “Unlike Eros did back then, she hasn’t an Angel behind her.”
“She’s taken the book, Kharon! That old crone finally spilled the information she’d kept quiet for so many years!”
“The book that she has in her custody is nothing but a proxy; falsehoods built around only just enough truth to satisfy the mortal curiosity.”
“She won’t stop.”
“Then, when the time comes, I’ll deal with her as necessary Than.” Kharon growled. “Lane has her uses, and she may calm down now that she has something to distract herself with. But should your concerns prove correct and such not be the case, the needed arrangements shall be made accordingly.”
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