The two were settled in a black sedan as Mathias made their way home. He had heard her thanks. "If you're truly thankful," he finally said. "You'll listen to me next time. I don't say things to annoy you or due to a lack of things to do, Ms. Anderson. My services have been purchased to ensure that you remain breathing."

He pulled into the driveway after he cleared the gate guard that led into Ryleigh's handsome estate. What was the point of having so much land? Though the Society too had many locations, they were at least practical. Safe houses mixed in with mansions. It was part of a great ruse that kept their numerous enemies guessing on their present location. He breathed deeply. This was hardly the most priority of thoughts to have. He remembered the tattoo he saw. It was time to start looking for their enemy.

Parking the car and giving the keys to the valet, he opened the door for Ryleigh. "I'll be up momentarily, if you want to talk," he said. "The first kill is always the hardest. It was for me. I have something I need to look into. Ryleigh. Please, do not go by the window tonight. Given tonight's event, I don't wish to push our luck. Got it?"