“ Y-yes , can I help you ?” a woman answered a minute later .
“ My name ’ s Matthias Kade , and I ’ m a doctor from L . A . I was told a member of this household was sick and needed medical attention .”
“ I ’ m sorry , sir , but we didn ’ t call for any help ,” she scowled .
She made to shut the door , but my hand was quicker than she . Though she tried with all her might , I pushed the door open and invited myself in .
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“ You can ’ t come in here . Herald !”
“ Oh , but madame , you will need my help if you are to save him .”
“ Him ?” “ I would suspect your son … or maybe a nephew ?” “ Save my son from what , exactly ?”
“ What is it Claire ?” a middle-aged man grumbled as he came down the stairs . He stopped when he saw me and swallowed hard . His eyes darted toward Claire . “ I told you not to let anyone in .”
“ I couldn ’ t stop him , but he says he can help save Dylan .”
The man ’ s breathing shifted into an almost sullen disbelief as oxygen left his lungs . His breath stuttered as he took in more air , and he slowly made his way down to us . As he approached , his eyes bore into me , questions racing in their reflection .