For Vincent, a tornado might as well have just touched down. His head snapped in the direction of Central Park, standing up so suddenly that his chair fell over.
Throwing a veil over himself, he teleported to near the presence, moving in cautiously. By all appearances, it was.. a little girl.
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Throwing a veil over himself, he teleported to near the presence, moving in cautiously. By all appearances, it was.. a little girl.