Nora’s recovery was going smoothly with Colette by her side. The frenzies became less and less prevalent with the blonde around, and her recovery was imminent. Business was about to resume as normal, and Colette was going to leave the hospital, when …
Someone stopped her outside her car, and she tensed up. Another person that she didn’t recognize was with her, as the woman looked about the empty parking lot. There was no one around, and that frightened the blonde.
“Excuse me. Are you Colette Monet? You do look so much like your mother, you know?”
Colette clenched her free hand into a fist, as she nodded slowly.
“I am. Who are you?”
“This is going to feel awkward, but … I am your great-aunt, Chloe Blanchet. I heard that you wish to revive the Villeneuve house.” When the woman smiled, Colette noticed the sharp canines she possessed.