A few minutes later, Jackson and Irene went inside the shelter.
Most of their necessities were already packed for situations like this—just in case an intruder or a beast attacked them and they needed to escape.
This means that Irene doesn’t really need help. She called Jackson indirectly because she wanted to say something.
Jackson leaned on the side, finally breaking the silence. “You’re thinking that she might be a con, right?”
“Highly likely,” Irene admitted, biting her lip as she took a peek at the narrow gap. “She’s asking, I mean, demanding, for us to bring all our resources.”
Irene added, “Not to mention that this is the first time we have met her, yet she’s commanding us like that.”
“Do you have a bad feeling about her?” Jackson muttered, her tone laced with sincerity. “If y
