Walking in behind my father and two other guards were six people, all dressed in black. With curious eyes, some fearful and others quietly scowling, they looked around, taking in the building.
I waited with the others, curious and terrified because of the voice inside my head, repeating the same words over and over again, confusing me.
I still have no clue as to who's voice it is. It can't be either of my father and uncles. I've never heard of the voice before. Even though it's soothing and unthreatening, I still get scared.
My father walked over to us, eyeing me with an unreadable expression. Jackson tightened his arm around me. I've noticed he's quite territorial lately. Not that I'm complaining, but I feel like there's something heightening up his territorial instincts.
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