The Visitors (4)

"EXCUSE ME?!" Moira screamed in my face while I sat on a sofa in the living room of the penthouse we had recently leased so that we would have some place to live other than the house which my new 'workers' were currently inhabiting. Back relaxed, llegs crossed and ever so calmly sipping some white wine like everything was right with the world and as if my best friend wasn't screaming bloody murder at me.

"I knew I should have gone with you today. I knew it." Henri was pinching the bridge of his nose and groaning solemnly. By the way that little vein in his temple throbbed, I could tell that he wanted to scream, but he was holding back, maybe for the sake of decency. Or maybe he just didn't want to yell at me out of respect because I knew by the way his arms were bulging in their sleeves that he wanted to ram me through several brick walls. Not that I would mind or anything. He could ran me against a wall anyt—