webnovel

Chapter 66

His mother was here?

"Where?" Isobel glanced over to where Chris stared and noticed just a bunch of people. Humans as far as she could tell, all sporting the same tattoo, wearing the same manic expressions. Despite the different clothes, and being from varying parts of the world, it wasn't hard to guess that they were part of a club. The I-worship-the-Antichrist club.

Since I married him, does that mean I need a tattoo, as well?

"She's over there," Chris hissed. "In the burgundy dress."

Isobel glanced again. Saw only one person who matched the description.

"That's your mom?" Skepticism laced her words. The woman of whom he spoke looked quite prim and proper. Her hands were folded over her stomach as she stood demurely, not making any kind of waves. She didn't have a crown of thorns or a slave on a leash. No ominous cloud surrounded her.

Kind of disappointing.

"It's her. We need to leave. Now."