Isla?" Jazzy called, waving her hand in front of my face to gain my attention, her brows pinched together "are you okay?" She asks
I looked down at my feet, the same one's that we're running behind divvy. I stared wide eyed at my hands, the same one's that opened the door. I looked back up to see jazzy's eyes line with worry. I gulped "which vault?" My voice cracked with fear.
Oh God, please mention another one.
Her eyes narrowed at my frame. Slowly, she stepped back, dragging her eyes over my body. The wheels seem to be turning in her head. "No" she breathed, her hands leaving the metal bars.
"Which vault?" I repeated, my eyes pleading for her to tell me something else.
She took another step back, shaking her head frantically "it's not true. It cannot be true. Please tell me it's not
