Jaqcueline Lavaeu
"I said leave it." He said somewhat frustrated. With that he walked over with a wastebasket, collected the glass, she had in her open palm, and dumping it inside.
"We can't stay here..." He said taking her hand and looking it over. Jacqueline looked up at him, for a moment, wondering what he was thinking as he walked her toward the sink.
"If the gun shot didn't get someone's attention enough to call the cops...They'll be back before too much longer...probably with others looking for you..."
Jacqueline felt her spine stiffen in fear. "Okay." She said quietly as she watched his face. "We can go to my place...After we collect all of your evidence and case files."
All of these trouble, just because she was there...because she was a witch. It wasn't like she had a choice, she was born a Witch, not made one.
"I'm sorry my presence has caused all dz'is grief." She told him after a quiet moment. "You don't deserve to be treated dz'is way, just because of me." She said, looking at her hand in his. "You should know I am grateful you were willing to asked for my 'elp..." she nodded. "I dz'ought you ought to know..."