When Kain had shut the door Kepi jumped from his arms and went to stand next to the semi translucent form of Cleopatra. After a moment or two of silence the woman spoke, “Greetings Drusus.” The pleasant tones of her voice were no louder than a whisper. And yet Kain could have sworn that they rumbled with the power of a thunderstorm.
Kain’s face paled at hearing those soft words – those were the same words that she had used to greet him in his youthful night terrors. Obviously shaken Kain responded, “Madame I don’t know where you’re from or how you got in here but I suggest you leave before I call the police,” Kain finished his little speech in a much firmer voice than he had begun.
“Come now Drusus, surely you remember me,” she said with a mysterious smile on her face.
Kain remained firm in his denial of the woman in front of him, “I want no trouble madam, all I ask is that you leave now.”
“I can’t do that Drusus. Do you not remember the dreams and terrors of your youth, and was I not there to hold your hand through it all,” she asked quizzically.
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