Chapter Eighty-Six

A minute passes and my presence has yet to be acknowlegded. Her back still faces me and from where I stand the tendrils of darkness the linger and wisp around her shape.

She looks like a bad dream.

Sick of the silence I start towards her but the suited beside me shift around and box me in once again, this time they face me and fix me with dead, stern stares.

"Cleo? What are you doing?" It's the only thing left now, calling out to her from the rather useless box of men around me. I could pause time and slip through them, making their cage as useless as whatever show Cleo is trying to put on here.

Her soft somber voice echos back, "Waiting for you to greet, I thought you'd at least have the courtesy to greet a superior."

At this I cock a brow, "A superior?" The box of men starts to get on my nerves, "Tell your goons to move or I'll move them." I warn.

Not using my powers is as courtesous as I'm willing to get.